randomeer: Random_Guy
What if the world was really controlled by mice—
not the cartoon kind,
but the soft‑footed parliament
living behind the walls.
They’d tug at the wires
to nudge our decisions,
shuffle crumbs into patterns
only they can read,
and hold midnight councils
in the hollow places of our homes.
We’d think we were choosing,
acting, steering our days,
while tiny paws adjusted the future
one quiet scratch at a time.
And maybe that’s why
the world feels so strange—
not broken,
just slightly rearranged
by creatures who never asked
to be seen.