Recognise the show that we're all playing, in the name of Truman,
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you really aren't subhuman.
What is real?
What's fake?
Who'll stay asleep?
Who will awake?
Sometimes have dreams that are obscene,
Gone outside walking, I like to wear green,
These are random rhymes and everything in between.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2026 00:45
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Nothing better than a random rhyme
All help clear the mind.
Asleep or awake it all gets lost in time.
Thank you for sharing your mind
Keep up the shine.
Nice, I like it!
Whose are these people? I'm not knowing them! lol.
Haha.
I only know...... you knows him too, a two-initials guy, but he's gone home. lol.
The free association of thought is a revealing thing that bounces from one thing to another triggered by the last like balls on a pool table. Nicely done
Sure does, my crazy mind never stops.
Shaun, this carries a strong current… that mix of questioning, randomness, and sharp turns gives it a restless energy that works. It keeps you off balance in a good way. Really enjoyed this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks pal, guess I do feel restless in my thinking at times.
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