As Free As a Bell Collared Cat
They lie lazily in the bright sun shine,
Never fearing for the inevitable.
Existential dread is not their design.
If nonchalance was inheritable,
I shall always wish for their cognizance,
To be free as the wind, just as they are.
I do not wish to feel this dissonance.
Can I be happy when freedoms so far?
Why can I not just see things through cats eyes?
To stare at the birds soaring in the heavens
And to feel the breeze like a fancy prize.
If I didn’t have to learn any lessons,
Could I feel the freedom like harmony?
Maybe then I could have autonomy?
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