I am flexible, you see. Like a spoon in the hand of an Oracle. I bend, as not to disturb the universe.
I bend my will, sneaketh past, but then, there is the knot, and I am tied, to tight.
I walk then, on a tightly tied rope, it is a slope, towards an abyss, and me, the spoon will, ah,
not fall, but cling to the nose of the Oracle, in distress.
I fear I will after all disturb the universe with my failing to obey, the law.
And this is all I have to say,
Don’t go away, don’t go away.
The streets of darkness glittering in vain.
Just let them be, just leave them be.
I soon will sleep, don’t let me fall. And this is all.
Don’t go, don’t go.
The bitter sweet, the angry sad,
Just let it slip, go down the drain.
I won`t complain, if you just stay.
I`ll take the garbage and the dirt, and all the lunches and the tea.
A single fly with all his legs sits on my bread.
I can`t complain, he likes it to, that’s all I see.
Don’t go away.
Just stay, just stay.
There is nothing in particular I would like to say.
Maybe? Please consider treating me like a rabbit.
Hiding under a bush. The wind confuses my sense of smell.
This shivering is madness, trembling every nerve.
Don’t know what I can’t do to be undisturbed.
Now for another story.
New and fresh like freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning.
“I am tired let me sleep.”
“Can’t you do that with one hand?”
“Yes, I can, pretty fast, even.”
Grey Iguana, sticking his tongue out to catch fly.
I want, I want.
To walk and walk.
Yet here I sit biding my time.
Waiting for my freedom to come, to me.
Beautiful is the world outside.
Granny snores like a content cat.
Child is grumpy like a grumpy cat.
“Don’t sit with your legs crossed, it’s not healthy.”
– I think you ought to go to the Happy Day Café.
– Me? I am happy when I am sad.
I kind of like life like this.