I am the White Rabbit. I thought once I was Alice Curious and full of wonderment Treading lightly in stocking feet Overly observant of door mice, tea parties, and hatters Blissfully naive - The world, my wonderland. then, the rabbit hole wormholed. And it seemed I traded in my mary janes for rabbit feet. No time for stargazing or lollygagging Now there's just no time. No time! No time! Pocket-watches be damned even Grandfather clocks mock my meager attempts digital tumblings towards temporary tomorrows digits daring, glaring daunting, taunting teasing us all daydreamers and poets to wake up!
The lines begin to blur Upon waking, this doesn't feel real And that - those images last night ... ... ... were just a dream? Lost in memories Lost in this dream-space Your hand and your invitation Pulling me away deeper into it all You asked and I followed Further into my very own rabbit hole Running after you, my guide Seeing the future of some nether time This my dream-space All I want All I want All I want (these brief seconds) For this streamship not to diverge from this course From your arms From this space of us Nights when Gaiman reigns supreme are the norm not the exception So to be in this place dancing to the beat of this drum in the lights of this stage your music moving everyone and me your star girl Will become nothing but an un-memory in this dream space I am the dreaming star you made your wish upon
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For no (wo)man
Always spiraling towards some (un)certain chaos
How did it feel
Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
In my whole life
I’ve never met a girl
Sweeter than you.
The daily grind
what if… what if… what if…
And you never came
Rain poured down and soaked me through
And still there was no sign of you.
I chased after shadows and clutched onto seconds like a vital elixir of life
Never understanding that life was passing me by with each tick-tick-tick of the clock.
Now I sit back on my heels and wonder – where did that time go?
Why did I subject myself to all of that waiting, by the precious hour-hands of your clock
All of the white rabbits controlling my puppet strings
And I, such a silly Alice, chasing after them all.
Spiraling forward into the here and now
I get it
Hindsight is 20-20 and I can see with perfect vision the reason for it all.
Gazing at the hands that will forever hold my heart
Embracing the cosmic irony that weaves itself through the universe
Smashing every single instance of time to make it stand still
Now that I’ve found my one true love.