Caught in a monitored dollhouse,
following their orders.
Don't you dare to grouse,
or we get fenced in borders.Only one wall is missing,
They can push us out, hissing.But before we land,
on the ground of reality.
They grab us by the hand,
and show us we're nobody.You will never find out,
where the dollhouse is.
But without any doubt,
you're already part of this.Now you're pondering.
Come on, keep on wondering.
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Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poetry[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...