I might have read it in a sign
does it matter anymore how and when?
the worst part of fearing doom just might
Be a failure to protect someone just met
When somebody has nobody doomsday's fine
`cause dreamers cannot measure time
I recall an age when some people said
s'matter son, cat got your tongue?
This cat's just evil, and that's no threat
expectantly observing the people come
and go. I wish I had a dioneae
to handle and fondle, neurish to bloom
an aurae scent emitting my palm
Then come what will. soon.