Down the rabbit hole,
Or inside my head.
They lead to the same place,
Is what I said.
Like watching a dandelion in the breeze,
Or a bubble in the wind.
Following ants on my knees,
Gives me the same sort of grin.
Oh, in a world so big,
To be so small,
Unlimited adventures,
To each and all.
Without maps and lines
To keep them contained.
Or a globe in which
They know they remain.
In an infinite universe,
Just like the stars.
These tiny little creatures’
World under ours.
So who is free
Behind these maps and lines?
I ask as I shrink
Within each rhyme.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand. What’s this nonsense
You speak of my boy?”
“An example, if I may,
Close your eyes and imagine
Your favorite toy!”
“Toy!? Young man I do not dream of
Toys. For I am no child,
I am an adult!”
“Ahh, but there is the problem good
Sir, for on your inner child
You have laid assault.”
Down the rabbit hole,
Or inside my head.
They lead to the same place,
Is what I have said.
1 comment
Neat poem. Somehow I feel this is a lesson on the danger of arrogance. Should I say the death caused by arrogance? Adults think they are so smart. Did not some christ or one of his followers say we must be like children to enter the kingdom of god?