falling, down a deep dark hole
the light at the end slowly descends
as you too,
drift into madness.

Welcome to Wonderland.

if you can dream it, you may have it, my dear.
and if you see it? it's not real my dear.
if you can touch it, it is only touching you
you are do not exist
you are but a figment of one's imagination
trapped inside a physical realm.

the wise old caterpillar, grey from never metamorphosizing,
curls down the dewy leaf
he murmurs
"scream, no one will hear you
hide, no one will find you
run, and you'll tire, just to end up right where you're standing now
you can escape all fury and pain in the world
but you can never run away from yourself."

I'll keep my face covered
For, if it scares you
I'll hide myself in the cupboard
As my presence haunts you

You ignore me completely
As if, I am never there
And wonder aimlessly
Gazing blankly with a stare

I am you, whom you've forgotten
Your own shadow, your mystical reflection
Not a face with freckle scales or rotten
Why you, do not see? why a rejection?

You are beautiful, like a shining jade
Sparkling your surround everyday
With rare herbs you are made
Why do you not see yourself, this way?

Look down in a pool of water
See your reflection posing
Your seen self looks hotter
You are winning not losing

Don't be afraid as this syndrome will pass by
Just stay focussed and look around
You are lovely yet too shy
See, that's your shadow on the ground...


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