I dreamt I was a dog Running full pell through the long wet gra** Enjoying every moment for as it came and went Not a second of my existence spent, worrying about a future I knew nothing about I laid panting on some cool concrete And watched the humans busily rushing back and forth Shouting, crying laughing in a language I didn't understand Trying to stick to their 5-year plans Buying and selling Hoping their second house investment was a good one fighting wars for oil, or land, or because their God is a better God, a vengeful God the only God And I close my eyes When I wake, I find a stick, and I busy myself, throwing it around enjoying the stick for all that it is Then I see another dog With a better stick and I think to myself "I might fight him for it" Maybe I'm evolving