Fly then… but you don’t fly, little one… little brown one… little brownie in my house. Go count the Safeway clearance grains. scattered yesterday to keep you away. No more crushing of paper or pounding my drum. Don’t scurry more across this fake wood floor….

Another season starts soon your last before you regenerate you escaping death to survive a gamble on what you’ll end up with Not again, Doctor, Not again My heart is not strong enough To say goodbye to you once more I don’t think I can…