Down the rabbit hole we go
Where depth of living is forbidden
Where strength in capacity is more
Where imagination in life is real.
Ideas cannot be what they seem
Only if you thing otherwise
Drawn out of darkness you say
Magic is just its other name.
We cannot lie is it our dreams
Our will to survive
Taken out into the light.
People cannot understand nor be greatful
To judge the living within the dead
As they follow the river of darkness
They do not know what path they take.
Nor dream the illusion that makes them much lazier
Than they least expect it to be
Where torment in their minds is the illusions
That will not allow them to sustain.
To crave rather than the grave of which they choose to create a path
Where all of life in existence can be lived without
Conceiving to the truth THAT IS!
Depth of nothing is something.