Wonderland: A Poem

Tumbling down a rabbit hole,

Where I'll land, no one knows,

A pit of sand or a bed of nails,

Or Neverland with a ship that sails,

If not, then a wardrobe, filled with snow,

Or a castle that's a wizard school, where magic overflows,

Perhaps it will lead to Middle-earth with elves and hobbits, too,

Or I'll land in an insane asylum, and find that nothing's true,

Maybe it's not important where my weary feet might land,

I must take the journey of my mind, the road that isn't planned.