My cat has a disposition just like me.
All of my thoughts are born in the books I read.
And the tune I hum now, is a song I’ve heard before.
And old fights resurface as new world wars.
There stood before this land, an original man once,
but now we’re all just bastards, buried in a bunch.
Yes, we’re all just bastards, trying to learn how to lead,
but leading is the same now as following what we think we need.
This cat has a way of being so cautious with her love,
like the vital aversion of faith, that brings us closer to above.