Look at you!
Carefully sorting emotions,
in libraries of the human spirit.
Doing everything with another feeling of statisfaction.

Good feeling, isn't it?

Never asking questions.
Only waggling your tail like a dog.

There you are!
Standing in queue at the checkpoint
of minds yet to unfold.
You're finding your place before you're told to.

Good girl, aren't you?

Please dear, do care,
before you leave without arriving.

And then, it is too late.

It's good grieving, isn't it?