You wear a straightjacket
Thoughts packed in a packet
Ideas locked in a mental prison
Desires defracted in a prism
It's a doctrine of absoluteness
Doesn't matter the truthfulness
You follow the dogma
And sit down on a dog mat
When you try to unravel the truth
They treat you like a common crook
"I was just thinking aloud! "
As if thinking is allowed.
Think about it
Think
About
It.
About
It
Think
It's about time you think.
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It's a doctrine of absoluteness Doesn't matter the truthfulness You follow the dogma And sit down on a dog mat....is it like that. When you try to unravel the truth They treat you like a common crook " I was just thinking aloud! " As if thinking is allowed...... allowed thinking.