A dive out of my senses,
I use the existence of defenses.
If the story is told differently,
I dive deeper away from sanity.
I read out loud and silently.
I dare not express intently.
Your spoken word and poetry,
Requires not my utmost honesty.
Alice fell down deep in the rabbit hole,
She speaks of wonders right through my soul.
If I wander away without attachment,
It is my complete form of detachment.
While I read and read, I escape.
All I hear are kittens about to scrape.
It is I and I alone,
In my throne of the unknown.
Stories travel, stories are heard,
But when I do, they're always blurred.
No spoken word, no story, no prose,
You don't stir me away, not even my toes.
Your stories and your unwritten book,
It wouldn't amount to the rabbit's outlook.
So as i delve deep and stay astray,
The trees, the sea, they never not pray.