Lack of the Right Equipment
So often do I wonder
What does that dog think? I mean,
Like does he remember the day before
Or, what will it be like tomorrow?
I mean,
What does he think when he stands there
Or just sits and stares,
Stares at me from across the room?
And I ask him: O I can’t held it
Can’t hold it back
I say, “Jake, what are you thinking?”
But
Not a word
Just that empathetic look.
What we need is some super-charged MRI
That picks up his thoughts; They must be
Like gold from virgin streams,
Like memories of moonlight during the day,
Like that run in the field with Sancho,
Like knowing you’ve got a friend.
I guess
What we need is a machine.