The cat may be in the box

He is done
He doesn’t know what to do
Time has expired
Only the memory stays

Once in a meadow
Along the grass
Looking at the sky

Another under the willow
Along the wind
Singing with a smile

No more than a shadow
Tipping it’s toes into the river
Floating on living boat

Reckless adventurer
Playing chess with the sharks
And music with the cats

Swinging in the hollow night
Getting his mind out
Until it gets back

He is done
He doesn’t know what to do
Time wasn’t a thing to begin with
Only a stained memory

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