Open the doors it's been a long time coming.
What a grand day to see through windows.
I would stare into the pane,
As if a glass that the world would not let me into.
I feel like Alice through a world of confusion.
Like a cloud it covers my mind.
But it was I the scared little rabbit afraid to come out.
The world is much too large and I feel the tug of the Queen of Hearts.
In the ritual of service I meet my needs.
I'd paint the roses every day.
I could walk into the garden and face my fears.
The Cheshire grin helps me to laugh at the absurdity of life.
I would dream and drift.
The smell of daises come and gives me song.
I'd face any rose a day, to have the song of my heart.
Which brings me back to the reminder that we all grow up.
The caterpillars are still out there gnawing at our shrubs.
So best hurry, be vigilant, be wise, and don't chase the rabbit!
You may find yourself in a deeper hole than you can get out of.
I am glad I had many doors in my life.
They would lead em to the uniqueness of the human condition.
All those souls out there looking for peace,
The chance to be on the other side.
Just once upon a time.
The glass is but a fragment of itself.
I would rather be whole, just looking in.
I know that I will paint the roses tomorrow,
And pretend they were daisies.
But of you see a rabbit running down a hole, watch out!
Don't chase it.
But if you do it?s ok.
I dream too.
You may e-mail me.
At: thoughtwriter@hotmail.com
