Rub my leg

It’s what I enjoy

Is that so strange

My likes can change

I am not bound to enjoy today

What I enjoyed yesterday

Just because that river

Is right outside my house

Doesn’t mean

That I can’t nurture

A desire for the forrest

And to be frank

I’m excited

I’m giddy to see

That monkey slide down

And even though

It’s still clutching my ankles

I see it giving up

I see it letting go

I see a day

When I prefer

Building houses

To racing cars

And racing cars

To writing poems

And writing poems

To rubbing my leg