Am I Alice

The white rabbit disappears..down down down, isn't that how it goes? always the rabbit...,

if only
if only
rabbit, where do you go?
surely if a Wonderland existed..I would have known
those hours and thoughts spent searching, spinning, twisting..
You would think Alice would've shown me the way...
Like a dream, I can picture her in front, a haze of a girl, beckoning, calling,
knowing that at this moment I would follow her
down down down that rabbit hole, the unknown tasting good in the back of my mind
the chills in my fingertips sparkle and clench like magic
or if magic existed at all...
this would be the sign
almost like falling in love
quick
fast
slow
stop
repeat...
always repeat...
always down down down
tumbling...
falling...
what if I...
JUMPED..
what if I choose..
not to tumble into the unknown...
but to glide and fly and break into the air with broken wings
fragments rain down all around..
of me...
shards..
promises...secrets...something like a dream
is there a differrence between falling and jumping
or is it all just
swimming in the unknown
and feeling the fall
you be the judge
the world
is
OUR
abyss.