White & Ink

Rabbits dance across night skies,

Clouds billowing like sails.

And I'm falling, tumbling

Past jars of hope and boxes of depression.

They hold my life story,

Depicted in silly rhymes

And colored queens.

So maybe I'm not Alice,

Because I doubt that Alice

Ever got beat up.

But I think for now,

I'll chase impossible dreams across

The creaky wooden floorboards,

And dance to the tune of my own song.

The End

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