Being attached to umbilical cords
Like cobwebs claim of unused boots
Nettle nestled, wrapped up in silk
At a stage pass the tress-hold of deliverance
Chop chop, to be free of chop
Being freed from attachments
Contemplation puts worrying thoughts
On one's mind "public service" as so claimed
"What if", conjures up a role for itself "busy body"
Standing at the gate of guards to enforce
Exit and entry are just as hard to comprehend
A' conditioned habits, fight a good fight to stay "conditioned"
Like the coral reefs claim of sunken old ships
If not then Black Beard's chest of treasures
Would have freely floated, for the first passer by to own
And that would have been centuries ago
Long before metal detectors
Long before sonar radar
Time is precious, the watch marker swears to that effect
If he says, then it is, it must be thinkering
For he holds the key to wind its tock, clock
And rabbits know to chase carrots
Leaving sticks behind for dogs to play fetch with
Chasing sticks over bones, conditioned with old habits
They say you can't teach an old dog a new trick
So he is stack chasing his tail in circles
Being attached, like an umbilical cord
But in the same house of cards
The cat moves with ease, regardless
A' to a point holds more respect
A' mystery for being just that regardless
As one with less of a boundary "prison blocks" on constraint
A cat, with its own mind do make at any rate, free
