You read books
like they are leaflets that are left on the window of your car
Textbooks
have always been so intriguing to your nature
You take in all your surroundings
and don't hesitate to stop
to mentally take a photo of anything you find beautiful
with the blink of your eyes

Your eyes search, anything and everything
You map out a persons every detail
You will walk away knowing their name, where they come from and what they do
yet You can not tell me what colour t-shirt they were wearing

And as you move on
to bigger things
greater experiences
learning so much more, moving on, maturing
One thing I ask of you is,
never lose those Wondering eyes

My body
a carcass
to be sloughed off
in death
like a crab
sheds its shell
or a butterfly
it's chrysalis
finally free

Over there I see
what seems to be
a little mushroom.
Or is it?

It's not very big
and it's not very special,
actually a little plain.
Right?

Wait, what is that?
That looks like a door,
and is that a shed?
What's this?

That there must be
some kind of hinge,
wonder what it's for?
Can I open it?

This special mushroom,
it even has a chimney
and a set of stairs.
Oh how sweet!

There is some
tiny furniture
and a tiny clock.
Where'd you get this?

Inside there are
two grey mice,
A tiny baby and a mom.
They're very cute!

Now, let's close this
special mushroom home
and leave the mice in peace.
*It's a lovely ornament.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.