Unconcious
I'm standing here,
Staring at my puppy,
As he stares back at me,
He looks away towards the window,
So much air is coming through,
I guess he feels the sounds,
Instead of hearing them,
Just like I do,
He's chewing a shoe,
I tell him no,
But does he listen to me,
Not a chance,
But when I say, "sit down",
Or "lay down boy" in a disapline kind of voice,
Then he obey,
But why can't he obey for anything else,
I feel I'm not there,
Like now,
Everytime I call him,
He thinks someone else is calling him over,
Am I really here,
Or a spirit that still lives,
Because of my puppy,
I feel unconcious;
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