I’m falling into insanity
It’s like a chasm that’s opened up beneath me
It’s dark, with fragments of light
But there’s no hope
As I am endlessly falling
I’m not Alice
I won’t enter wonderland
I didn’t follow a white rabbit to get here
But things around me, they seem queer
Nothing makes sense when you’re around sane people
They’re quite mad you know?
You must choose your words carefully
For you don’t know which place they’ll make you go
I’m troubled by the sane people
They won’t let me play
With fairies in the garden
Or meditate all day
They won’t let me forget I live in a boring humdrum world
They get upset quite fervently if I relish in dream-world
So secretly I slumber on, in my own little place
Whilst locked away silently, so I do not cause disgrace
I am lost in my own little world, wrapped in my mind
But I enjoy it very much, solace in it I find
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