Confusing Times; Confusing Changes.
Everything around you swirling, as if you were in the eye of a tornado.
Sky seem's gray, But there are no clouds; Loathsome world,
Filled with flowers.
What does it mean?
What is this sign?
Why do all of Dr. Susses's poems rhyme?
When no one is there for you,
They just want to laugh at you.
The world is a stage,
and you
are their puppet,
Predictable and controlled.
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