Tigers Roar

I received my passport today.  The picture is actually pretty descent.  Tigers roar in vicinity, and cougars play, following me to another part of the building.  Buffaloes move around and roll in the mud, while giraffes stare deep into my eyes and flick their ears.  I feel that I am actively working an equation.  It is calling on my former relationship with Will VanBank.  Industry has stopped stalking this koodo, and is in its own heads around matters of the mind, the heart, and destiny.  I am here to say that I have survived, and I will concentrate on positivity.  Contact was made last night, and now everyone can just take a breath.  Be careful where you step, there may finally be consequences for aligning your life and lifestyle against me.  Groups prepare to play so that it will not be madness every day.  I will watch the gophers play basketball tomorrow and be polite to the TV.  Kindness of thought my way would be appreciated.  I connected the dots just in time, and now I can go "overseas."  We are actually going to Canada, but it will be just foreign enough.  The next time an Egyptian king asks me to come see Egypt when I am properly introduced to him on the bus, I can say, "Definitely!"  I know that that is not to be, but dreams can be made as vast as the area of the planet that is covered by the sun, and as small as a backyard swimming pool.  I am ready to receive the sweets of mystical delivery.  I cannot control it at all, but I can walk my path and find the fruits of The Grand Plan call to me.