Desperately looking for an escape, can’t bear 
my heavy heart - we have to part with every 
physical thing, every pet, every animal, Junior 
was old and uncomfortable - give me a new 
puppy in his place, give me a small dog right 
now, press my head into work, make the little 
alien calm down, he’s screeching and I’ve 
nothing to offer - tomorrow the SPCA
I’ll walk up and down looking for a new dog – 
there’s a hole in my heart and it’s bleeding, 
where can I run, TV offers no magic way out, 
the alien’s locked up in my mind, there’s prison 
bars all around and I can’t get out – I mean the 
little alien can’t get out – he screams that he’s 
trapped & it’s not fair that there’s feelings in the 
cycle of life, my heart’s bleeding out and I’m 
So numb inside, nothing’s forever but Junior was 
and the words “inevitable” and “gone” just create 
more prison bars locking the little alien so tightly 
inside, he’s suffocating I’m being strangled time  
stops to take stock of puny mankind who can’t 
touch eternity while still alive…
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