I want a buddy to throw the ball
I got a ball and I want buddy to throw it
But I ain’t gonna let go it
Now I am one with the wind itself
I’m a blur of
Brown furry energy
Freedom incarnate
I’m untethered and wild-eyed
I’m wild-eyed and I’m untethered and wound up
A sugar rush from the ground up
Slave to the sway of the ancient urge
And the thrall of
The goading call of my antediluvian
Wolf brain
I do not run from or towards
But I must
Simply, I must
That is all, it was always thus
Someone’s got the zoomies
Someone’s got the zoomies
Someone’s got a bad bad bad case of the zoomies
You’re not busy, you’re not asleep
So don’t pretend you’re not a part of my orbit
You’re going to get your back door bit
Bounding around in a boundless joy
I’m a rambunctious nonpareil of esprit and monkeyshines
I want a buddy to tug the sock
Well, you can tug it but you’ll never out-tug me
You’re going to have just drug me
Guess you could GPS me
Yes, to see overlapping infinite infinity signs
I do not run from or towards
But I must
Simply, I must
That is all, it was always thus
Someone’s got the zoomies
Someone’s got the zoomies
Someone’s got a bad bad bad case of the zoomies
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