Hops the white rabbit
In meadows where foxes lay
from life, seizing its due

Colour my words, world
Light or dark, all caged in its tunes
Tongues lash out in cacophony

you lonely traveller
you have reached the end at last
this is but a dream

How high we build our fortress,
to escape what we dare not face.
How strong we make it's walls.

How powerful we make our bastion,
Sacrificing to it who we are, in fragments.
How tireless we work in our fear.

And yet when you are finished,
That you are over it and done.
It hits you and you crumble,
Into the dust where you had begun.

What are you inside
Even though I ignore you
Are you Death or love

Seeing a distant glow
Like vine I shall now clamber
hoping warmth not fire