I hear the whispers,
of the on coming wind,
through my facial whiskers,
trying to create a bind,
but one I can nit find,
so I keep on walking,
past the point of blisters,
stoping once in a while talking,
to the passers passing by,
who want to have a talk with I,
we look ar one another,
and say we are differ from each other,
but maybe you are a little like me,
or is it I am a lot like you?
either way it is not hard to see,
we are the same it's true.