What is all this noise?
Adopt modern and skew the chaos into whiteness but the restlessness remains
It’s frantic
I preach meditation and cry to the moon,
A lone wolf anxiosly tailing the. pack
Then there’s you
In your puddle of gold
I’m drawn to that warm puddle
Forced to acknowledge the wetness on my paws
Forced to breathe it in because this is something I want to be here for
There’s just you, me in you
Being in this sunny meadow
Silly me, you tune my radio to earth instead
The melody is beautiful
How did I forget the frequency?
Since when did the buzz become my default?
Ahh so much better
Did you hear the mountains?
It’s been a wet winter, my love.