Into the closet
Our personal hole
To the popular world
Of Alice herself
We push aside the hangers
Blow dust off last seasons clothes
And down we go
Stepping into something new
Our old shoes hopping around in bliss
One with bunny ears flashes by
We pick that outfit that isnt hideous
And dash off for our next adventure
Floating through the air
Coming to this huge door
We soar up to the very top
And knock on it ever so lightly
Hopefully no needed pills
Will open this door
It creaks open and zooming through
Were touching down to continue the journey
Twirling through the fields
Skipping with our freedom
Who knew the close could offer this much?
Butterflies erupt from below our feet
Interrupted from their daily inhaling
Sweet nectar fills everyones souls today
Down the trail we go
Stopping here and there
Petting the stray cat as it passes
We climb the trees
Scream at the top of our lungs
And the forest echoes with laughter
Our final destination reached
Running through the halls
Pursued by stiffs and humorless servants
We skid to a stop
And approach the room that holds royalty
Peeking from the corner
We catch a glance at our ruining
He beckons to us
And slowly walking to him
We all try not to fall from his look
And I believe weve found the treasure
Now well share him
And hell share us
Were perfectly happy with the arrangements
Then again
Thats what the closet was for the first time <3















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"You sleep NAKED? What if there's a fire!?"
"Then I'll be rescued first.
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Those who dance are considered insane by those who cant hear the music.George Carlin
I loved this. It's so Alice in Wonderland, very bouncy and dream-like. Beautiful imagery, btw. Dude, I want butterflies to erupt from under my feet! XD
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...a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him; [you] are torn by the thought of the unhappiness and night you cast, by the mere fact of living, in the hearts you encounter. ~ Albert Camus
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Those who dance are considered insane by those who cant hear the music.George Carlin
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...a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him; [you] are torn by the thought of the unhappiness and night you cast, by the mere fact of living, in the hearts you encounter. ~ Albert Camus
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