Have we forgotten how to dream? To see the world through ourselves? The place we used to be is now lost. When we were children we knew where that was.
Before we knew the world, we only knew ourselves; then we became aware of the world. The dream became the reality, and the reality became the dream.
This dream has to be real, because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in, and go to places I've never been.
At night when we close my eyes, I dream of the place that we used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am, but when I awaken I forget again.
The rabbit will take us there. Let's all go and chase the rabbit.
The hole only gets larger.
It is larger than you can imagine. You will never truly grasp the bottom.
The rabbit's leading us down the hole,
How deep down can this rabbit burrow?
We're beginning to see from the in,
We will never see out again.
We are falling down the rabbit hole.
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
We can't see the top,
And we can't find the bottom.
We're looking from the in,
Going to places we've never been.
We're learning to dream again.
Follow the rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
What is real? Is it what we believe to be real? Or is there something more real than what we think is real?
