[dream.]
Down through the rabbit hole,
And so we fall and fall.
The pillows will catch us,
While the sheep will call.
We've entered a dream,
One that must be left,
And so the bunnies will gleam,
While the doors will be cleft.
YOU ARE READING
Still Sane
Poetry"... But that's okay, because despite all of this, I am still sane."
