Now I know, that Mom and Dad said, that there’s no shortcuts in life…
Stalking slowly, quietly approaching, quick…
A small bird stands up, the nest falls up and away…
If you want to feel, like everything lines up, and will all work out…
So I’ve made the world’s best prediction engine, which can tell anyone’s future, at any point in time…
A seed waits in the dirt, but the ground is too cold, and the rain hasn’t been heavy enough…
I wondered once, how people knew what to do, when they got to work…
People beat themselves up, day in and day out, for not knowing enough…
Standing up in a crowded room, when everyone else is finding their seats…
soft fur
brushes against
stubble of my legs
