Surrendered to self preservation,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.
Inside the doll house there are many rooms, doors and windows.Insides and outsides. Warm red velvet curtains and cold metal chains. Records playing in the distance and loud sounds right in your face.Ghosts running around free and puppets on a string. Lions,tigers and bears.Alice and the mirror, rabbits down a hole.Use your instincts,feel the way.Hear it,see it,taste it...