Are you hear for something searching
Something hidden in tall grass
Down the path from left Bermuda
Just keep left until the pass

Are you searching for the rabbit hole
Searching in the the mud
Walk until you see the eagles and the badgers looking smug

Come until you smell the dew from the east but in the west
Traveled by the winds of Venus                 the other side is just a gasp

Still standing not yet moving                 most can’t reach it without help.

As I said just travel left                     although the road shall pull you right
But the road is just a lantern                   with no oil for the bright

Come and see and you shall find
just down the steps into my mind
Yet the entrance is not far if you’ve come in search of searching

Some will leave before they find
Down the path of grass and roses     stinging thorns they have not chosen

Yet left is right in search of bright

The wolves have spoken with the birds
The gentle whispers
The wind of words

Is it you who search the path
The rabbit hole you’ve come atlas