My weakness is rabbit holes. My drug is truth.
Diving deep in the world of wonder on my own
I look at the seeds and shadows of reality known.
Few seekers of truth, a lonely journey it is,
BUT when I find a gem, I run around, a child pleased.
Show my treasure, share it with all who will play,
But alas, what I find, looks like a nothing they say,
Uninteresting, appalling, invisible, alien, not grand,
Not fitting a box square, brown, no pictures, bland.
Then... I see a glitter in an eye, a wonder at my gem
And I know, another child, not one of them.
My weakness is rabbit holes. My drug is truth.