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.