I'm on a quest to find everything that has ever felt good, figuring out why it felt good, and integrating it into my life
If I was a dragon I'd live in a cave on a lumpy pile of gold.
Every treasure is drenched in blood and it's hard to clean with such big, sharp claws.
Too long, doesn't fit.
Clearly, I must learn once again—to transform.
I temper my rage,
I breathe more than fire.
I learn to be gentle when facing desire.
I've gathered a hoard,
I've no need for much more.
There is plenty right here I can learn to adore.
If I was a dragon I'd turn a dank cave to a bright and cozy home.
I would sleep on a jumpable, soft, fuzzy bed.
I would sing so much more than I roar.