In My Doll House

It's not about me,i know You're just being polite. It's not about you, As i've been told, You've never been right In my doll house. It's not about myself My superior intelligence Not your articulate speech Nor your erect carriage It's about our distinct sort of kind We are both human beings. Composed in related times We may resemble each other If not for ourselves And each other's appearance Committing crimes In my doll house It's about timing Indefinite and continuous I reckon the passage of it Waiting for the right occasion That hairbreadth's escape, Your welcoming provocations. Mine's an uncommon Now and again To brake is to slow Past my homey little inn Not to go door to door Past my doll house. It`s a pleasant feeling Lying opposite to your view Unblocked and honed in In a house of our own An asylum for offenders With human frailties. It's not about you i know I'm just being polite It's not about me As i've been told I've never been right In my doll house.