Chasing The White Rabbit Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Could it be I was late.
Searching for a place to belong.
Where up is down,
And
Down is up.
When All along you welcomed me with open arms.
A place that provided warmth close to what I knew as home
away from the arctic chill that looms in the wind.
With whom it concerns I have to make haste.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Please keep the locks off the door
I assure I'm on the way.
If at all possible, Is there time for a nap.
I've ran for so long, only to be turned away.
Places that felt like home.
Constantly running, seeking assurance
In places I shouldn't have been.
If possible, Is there time for a nap.
I've run for so long I don't know where home is.
I ask for forgiveness.
The fickle ways of my mind.
Tasting wonderful wonder bread mixed with blackberry tea.
My eyes are heavy, facing a lack of sleep.
Searching for a place to belong.
I'm running late now that I know you await my presence.
Don't hold it against me
For I have blind ears.
I've dreamt of you for so long, not knowing what to expect.
In a place where Right is left,
and Left is right.
I've dreamt of hot buttered rolls lathered and rinsed with wine.
Trinkets filled with love.
Pictures of your face close to mine.
Back down the hole.
On my way I go.
If at all possible, Is there time for a nap.
This time I hope not to be late