Where Is My Child?

And so there it is to recognize The sigh of simple resignation I'm not my thoughts and my words Are not even remotely my own Here I'm simply a sensitive cat And something turns deep inside It's just completely speechless And nothing can even touch it I can't put my love for my dog Into words while his eyes burn So brightly I can't bear thoughts To let go like I had to others But the loss of love teaches us That truth is one thing to know But it is another thing to believe Unbelievably we are all the same And does this not make me think About how I am incredibly you? I have seen but did not believe But now I do and I think of life And how it is like an ice-cream How it is whole when you are born How I become sad towards the end Disappointed with the consumption Once you unwrap you are unaware That you are having an ice-cream Opening your eyes around forty You gasp and start unravelling So, you want to taste it again Through your own eyes reborn And much of my psyche is filled With preprogrammed instincts For that of the mating purpose Sexuality motivates expressions That are senseless to make sense For a chance at a second ice-cream You take the young oblivious one For a holiday and take pictures Of fleeting moments melting like Play on a sandy beach in the sun The selfish endeavour takes place Summer beaches in the belly twice For our eyes are not their eyes So, I am born to breed, my child But it is a bit of a silly affair If I am to ask where my child is For the truth is that it is at play -My child is dancing in your eyes

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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