Literature
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
Falling, falling,
That’s all I ever been.
Falling, falling,
It’s all I’ve ever seen.
Down, down,
That’s where we go,
Down, down
Only the white rabbits know.
Spinning around and around,
Where am I now?
Spinning around and around,
The spinning tops know how.
I close my eyes and hear the sound,
Calling out to me out with voices tiny and shrill.
Around me china cups and playing cards fall,
All the while my heart beats in time with the rush and thrill
And the voices cease to call.
“Alice! Alice!”
That’s what they cry,
“Alice! Alice!”
I run and yet they continue to try!
“Alice! Alice!R