Once upon a time, I fell
Down the Rabbit Hole.
Curious, I edged too close
To the muddy precipice.
Unable to stop myself,
I plunged down, down, down.
Oh, what I found there.
The fall was glorious.
Images flashing by .. so real.
Talking flowers and fading smiles.
Time and no time.
Queens who wish to take my head.
My adventures are legendary.
I drank the Kool-aid and tasted little cakes.
Reveling in the madness,
I went to Tea Parties and played croquet.
I lost my way
Led along by silly caterpillars.
I grew taller, than smaller
Fading away to nothing at times.
I strayed from the paths
And I tasted life fully.
For my curiosity,
I paid a hefty price.
I'm mad now,
But only the best people are.
I imagine up to six impossible things
Before breakfast.
I met the Jabberwocky
Vorpal sword in hand.
Did I beat him in the battle
Fought on the black and white chessboard?
I cannot say.
But I stood my ground.
And raised my sword.
Speaking gibberish with truth and clarity.
Now I see only madness.
Hear only silence.
Have only time.
I'm trapped in the madness
Of the Rabbit Hole.
Or is it the Looking glass now?
Do I wish I'd never
Gazed down into its depths?
Never allowed my curiosity
To take me and venture inside?
Do I wish I'd ignored
The Silly Rabbit who lured me there?
Every day.
But here I remain
Until I can work through the riddle
And climb out into the light.
But the Rabbit Hole
Is now my impossible reality.
It's made me more Curious than ever.
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Down The Rabbit Hole
PoetryAn ode to Alice through the looking glass and beyond ...