Poem 11, Purpose

I am a giant square eyeball.
I show you what you want to see.
Sometimes what you don’t.
I see you.
There are nights you stay up too late,
the night owl in you never quite going away-
other times you fall asleep in your chair.
Your cats cuddle with you a lot, my favorite part.
They like to run around and sleep in random places and play.
You always have Christmas lights plugged in.
Your Christmas trees are never taken down.
I scold myself for judging.
I’m here for your comfort, your distraction from your busy mind.
And yet, is there more for me?
Could I be moved into a new house with a new family to watch over?
Maybe they would have a dog?
How about to a movie theater where I would see different people all at once and fullfill their purpose every time?
I can only dream.
Meanwhile, please clean my stand.

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