Down The Rabbit Hole (again)-

I never could escape it
It’s rather beem my life’s mission
The curioser get curiouser
And I dive into one rabbit hole
after another

I’ve seen and experienced the most wonderful things
Things that would make you think
that I was truly mad
Colors, rhythms, alien life
Hollywood Boulevard
U.F.O.s in flight

I’ve seen spirits blow open doors
Hide away in dark fire escapes
There’s the ghost of an old stage coach, that still crosses down Sierra Bonita Avenue late nights. But I wouldn’t recommend hailing a ride….

So much time spent in darkness
I answer to the echo of my name
Strangers, costumed party goers, faceless forms cloud my head like an empty mansion weathered and falling apart at the bones.

The rabbit hole.
It’s not ugly.
It is what it is….
Questions without answers
Celebrations never meant to end.
Instant best friends
Lost in the wind
Taking personal inventory
Before rigamortis sets in

Diving so deep
Searching for so long
It can make up spiritual alchemy
Or get in your head
and haunt you for all eternity
There’s a price for knowledge
A price for awareness
A price for understanding
A price for searching
For both the Darkness
And Light

Tether your rope before you begin
Nevermind the demons
Calling you in
At that very moment
Halfway down the hole
You see your shadow
Reflect on the wall
And you then see
From beginning to the end
That it’s been you all along
You’ve always been alone

(matthew bowers) ~93
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