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?
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?”
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.
What we need is a machine.