How easy and silky this is.

How do you manage to cross to the other side of the road with muddy claws on your back?
May hair serve as a weapon whilst water serves as a bridge.

Where are you going after that?
Do leave.
But return.

I cannot even utter how ecstatic I am, today is the brightest although it's late in the afternoon.

Now,
what if the mouth served as a bridge?

Would you still cross to the other side?
Sure you would.

This is oh so ironic man.