Sunday, 6 August 2017

Like Alice
I’m too big.
I’m too small.
I can’t I fit in,
fit into this, rabbit hole world,
any more than I did the other,
the above ground world.
Both can’t be wrong,
can they?
It must be me
that doesn’t fit,
that can’t be made
to fit into them.
Me that’s wrong.
Both worlds can’t be wrong,
can they?

Tick tock says the magic clock In a language that's part of the soul Get in line for the gate You don't want to be late For your trip down the rabbit hole... Our everyday lives are filled to the…

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