The thing is this

You make a game out of me

Then try to get me to work for you

Nah

JD had his chance many times

Over the last 20

Years

30’years

Millennials

He’s either going to come to my door

And ask

Or

He’s not

Either way

We won

Oneness

One beautiful chaotic mess of a nest

We grow together

It’s his choice:

Door is open:

No one is here but me

The cat 🐈‍⬛ the dog 🐕 and the Forrest

His choice to keep

Playing