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Mehan Warnson


Wonderland Fantasy


My world is changing,

my mind is racing,

its spinning round and round and round,

straight toward the ground, the ground, the ground,

theres no way to tell fiction from reality,

at least, not anymore,


I keep on falling down the rabbit hole,

its really dark down here,

but I have no need to fear,

I think its pretty fun,

others may say I’m crazy,

beg me to come back to them,

but i don’t listen,

cause down in the rabbit hole,

I’m pretty happy with this life,

to me, real life is what is the fantasy,


I have let myself fall too deep,

too deep into my fantasy worlds,

too far to be revived,

to gone to be recognized,

but I’m ok with that,


Somedays I grab onto the edge,

trying to climb back up,

but those days never last long,


Most days I let myself fall,

Always being happy through it all,

smiling big as I have tea with a rabbit wearing a watch,


I keep on falling down the rabbit hole,

its really dark down here,

but I have no need to fear,

I think its pretty fun,

others may say I’m crazy,

beg me to come back to them,

but I don’t listen,

cause down in the rabbit hole,

I’m pretty happy with this life,

to me, real life is what is the fantasy,


I continue to fall,

but I don’t care,

Its better that way.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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