This is threading the needle through the camel.
This is staying alive and enjoying it.
I him this whatever.
This cat is calling me and I offer a snack.
That bird flew to japan one day.
Those dreams were dreamed awake and now I never sleep.
This thought overlooks a cliff and is soon one step further.
Comes back you and sits on your shoulder.
Patterns she’ll recognise and recognise them self.
Who put this mirror here and put a light onto it.
This condition has named itself.
She her this and that.
Assign a meaning and marvel.
And as you sit quietly in the dark of night you will see the cities lights.
Beat, beat, beat.
We laugh together.
Drop, drop, drop.
Up the slides, down the stairs.
Just a little further, so I can show you my favourite place in the world.