Oh Bright Mouse
Who stays under the covers of the bed, laid with power from the big house
Your little feet wondersamong the Cats, the Tigers and the Lions
So bright, put Front brave souls with reasons as big as a tenderloin
You go to sleep with your unnecessary big shoes that weighs
You wake up and in your made face though your eyes sips your ways
Puking your definition of freedom, the cost of it hidden in your laws
Then you praise your ego’s satisfaction, living our lives all so flawed
But Oh Bright Mouse, I ache for you in dealing with the furies in the white dungeon
Who constantly gates you from the intuition of the Cats, the charisma of the Tigers
and the heart of the Lions
You will eventually come out of the room with the blind curtains dotted with ignorance and see Outside with a frown
But until then, you continue to dress this gaffe with the red-blooded stripes and blue-made spirits in the white gown.
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