Anton Paszek: My Wonderland

falling further than ever before

I followed the rabbit, now I'm gone

the lights are all snuffed out

and I must scramble with my hands

distant sounds echo in the dark

my feet catch on root and stone

down the tunnel with arms stretched out

a light dazzles in the forever dark

I climb up over a giant stone

utter amazement, my fear is gone

blinding light, I raise my hand

somehow feel like I've been here before

giant green trees, some light some dark

I move branches and vines with my hand

huge insects draw near, then gone

the jungle ends and I've come out

alive still, but how long for?

my heart lurches, hardening to stone

deep breaths and I push off the stone

grassland spreads in front, the sun is gone

a small cabin with a light beckons in the dark

I push the wooden door open with my hand

keys on the table spread out

what can they be for?

five doors in front, my hand stretches out

keys, how can there only be four?

key slides into  lock of stone

swings slowly open and reveals only dark

darkness and my wonderland is gone

I look down and see the needle in my hand

I close my eyes and I run my hands

through my hair. Escape gone.

I've been here before.

I feel stretched. Spread out.

My life is dark.

My life is stone.

I need dark. I need to be gone.

Pull out the needle, can't just be stoned.

I fold my hands before I close my eyes.