my mind is a ball of yarn, you try and unravel it
with paws and whiskers.

my mind wanders as a winding road in the depts of Switzerland. you try and walk it,
whit paws and whiskers

whiskers and paws with deep blue eys,
yellow sunflowers looking trough me,
trough my ball of yarn,
to the core

some knots are meant to hold, some story’s are meant to be untold
some thing are not meant to be unraveled,
meant to be secret,
meant to be suppressed
by whiskers and paws.