Continuation from part 2. The boy wakes up the next morning and goes down the alleyway. Discovering that it is not a normal alley in the city.

Whose mind is really distorted?

“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.” – Friedrich Nietzsche.

A couple’s house becomes the first stop in an unexpected unheard of invasion.

What is normal, anyway?

There are no reigns with emotions.

The letters posted by children to their sweet Santa now will never be answered.
They will never get Gifts.

Mind study.

Unbound? Perhaps. No more than you or I, or the limits of this simple poem.

The title says it all.