The Pepperman Meets the Collector of Thoughts
MILLIONS OF WINDOWS AND MILLIONS OF DOORS.
NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY CEILINGS OR FLOOR.
I OPENED A DOOR TO WORLD UNKNOWN.
A GENTLE VOICE SOFTLY WELCOMED ME HOME.
AS A COLLECTOR OF THOUGHTS I CREATED SOME VIEWS.
SOMETHING SPECIAL BETWEEN ME AND YOU.
SOME ARE CLOSE MANY ARE FAR,
BUT NEVER CLOSER OR WITHIN A YARD.
I OPENED MY MOUTH TO SHARE A WORD.
THEN I WAS SHOCKED WITH WHAT I HEARD.
PLEASE I ASK DON'T INTRUDE.
THAT IS CONSIDERED EXTREMELY TOO RUDE.
I AM A LONER, YET I FEEL FREE,
WHEN CREATURES AND BEINGS ARE SURROUNDING ME.
IN THE MIX OF IT ALL. I FIND MANY A TREASURES.
LIKE THE SMALL HUMMINGBIRD, WHO IS SIMPLY A PLEASURE.
AS YOU CAN SEE, IT'S A BIRDS EYE VIEW,
OF ALL OF US INCLUDING YOU.
IT CREATES A BUZZ LIKE ELECTRICITY
WE ARE ALL CONNECTED BUT INDEPENDENTLY.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF THIS IS BIZARRE.
I OPENED A DOOR THAT WENT A LITTLE TOO FAR.
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