Dog’s reality. (Upper-Intermediate)
Sensitive to my master’s mood,
I walk with him here and there.
No matter if the weather’s bad or good,
I’ll do my best for him everywhere.
And everytime i hear his command,
I think to myself is it correct or not.
In my last life i’ve been a nomad,
Adoptable to whatever… but i’ve forgotten.
Confident in my own point of view,
But always listening to my master’s voice,
I do everything that he wants me to do,
My wilingness’s always on, but is there a choice?
Being so livey in my younger years,
I’m free to do everything… in the distance of the lead.
No way i can lose my old dark fears.
Hey! Where’s the psychologist that i need?
Walking the same roads for days and years,
Being a prisoner, lusting for grave,
I close my eyes, shut my ears
Just not to hear:
"What a nice canine you have!"