I forgot which I am.
A cat or a man
For I feel I've lived my nine lives
I curl up in bed alone in my head.
Some would mistake me for dead.
Still yet I breathe and my heart pumps away
Waiting for thaughts to lead me astray.
Under the covers I lay there alone
The heat is on. I'm chilled to the bone.
I wake up my feet on the floor. I still can't remember if I locked the front door.
I pitter patter my paws light as can be.
Down the dark hallways to the front door to see. The latch has been turned.
Back to my bed I sleep away and dream that I am a cat.
I curl up and dream. And never wake up. Because life is to me what it seems.
