"Cat, you tumble down the street"

Cat, you tumble down the street
As if it were your bed.
I think such luck's treat,
Like feeding without being fed.
Hunger:

You're just a pawn in the hands
Of fate, as stones are, and people !
You follow your instinct and glands;
What you feel you feel - it's simple.
Feelings:

Because you're like that you're happy;
You're all the nothing you see.
I look at myself - it's not me.
I know myself - I'm not I.
Not myself: