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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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.
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
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