Life is a pet store

 The world was a toy
A gorse bush waiting for the goat
An empty kerosene can bouncing and hitting the pavement
The ship yard and the river wherever life moves

The simple valley port
spawns tadpoles of adventure
excitement and the unknown
No time to stay a child

The world was a tool
we can inflate ourselves
to the size of whales
leverage near the capital

selling simple comforts
To take care of something
even when you were less cared for