story behind the sun: a melding of the death of cursive writing (and signatures i suppose) in ontario, my cat who is now strictly an indoor cat due to his penchant to act out Dions "The wanderer" and a very interesting ongoing conversation.
Lyrics
It's nice to communicate
with someone who can write
it's nice, she appreciates
there are other sides to life
and still my cat
more adventures yet to be
still roaming past my lack
of felinicity
and still my cat
striking out he sees
the world from front to black
in felinicity
it's wonderful it seems
to find someone who hears
my voice behind those typeset dreams
my words, my hopes and fears
its beautiful out there
worlds await in scenes
unscripted, futures shared
whatever that may mean
and still my cat
purrs serenely
meeps of this and that
and felinicity
and still my cat
as he licks and cleans,
an arch to his back
in felinicity
and maybe even love
