|Down the Rabbit Hole
||[Oct. 10th, 2006|05:17 pm]
Did she trip, or did she take his hand|
Either way, she drops below ground level
A parachute to break her fall
And at the the bottom
She finds nothing adding up quite right at all
Between a grin without a cat
And a bottle labelled simply "Drink me"
Is the only understanding she can see.
She brushes off her skirt
And peers around the checkered hall
And she's pretty sure
She's not alone down here.