The Cat

The Cat Sat on the Mat
Then had an existential crisis...

Why should I sit?
What value should I give
To the act of having a seat
on a mat, beneath my feet?

I am bound by my transience,
my existence defined by its impermanence.

So if my time is truly fleeting,
why spend time sitting and eating?
When I could ponder, think, stare and wonder
about great tasks I could be completing.

I could be great, I'm sure of that,
my name would go down in the history of cat,
a name to be held in the highest esteem,
the proudest and greatest of those who would dream.

Who am I kidding I'm a cat after all,
I would rather eat and sleep and play with my ball
Than spend my life playing the philosophical fool.