"A Colorful Rabbit-hole"

I was laughing, dancing

and singing.

Out of tune,

but with my heart.

I don’t know how it happened.

I don’t remember when I fell.

As I fell down a

Colorful rabbit-hole.

“Why is it colorful?”

They would say.

“The walls.

It’s the walls.”

I would reply.

They won’t believe me,

but that’s okay.

‘Cause I’m falling down a

Colorful rabbit-hole

Colorfully in a rabbit-hole.

I draw a sketch.

It’s a dog.

“Wait, where’s the tail?”

My mom would ask.

“The cat.

The cat ate it.”

I would reply.

She won’t believe me,

but that’s okay.

‘Cause I’m falling down a

Colorful rabbit-hole

Colorfully in a rabbit-hole.

I’m making up stories,

too weird to be real,

too specific to be fake.

Confused, unaware, that—

not everybody understands my perspective.

I don’t know how it happened.

I don’t remember when I fell.

As I fell down a

Colorful rabbit-hole

Colorfully in a rabbit-hole.

I say I saw a butterfly.

And it looked me in the eye.

“I didn’t know, they had eyes?”

I would ask.

“No.

They don’t.”

They would reply.

I won’t believe them,

but that’s okay.

‘Cause I’m falling down a

Colorful Rabbit-hole

Colorfully in a rabbit-hole.

Now, when I ask

they aren’t surprised.

No one bothers to correct me.

I’m allowed to dwell in a world

that can never be real,

Diving into a rabbit-hole of

'What if's.

So, it scared me at first,

when I was told I was

delusional.

When I was told,

that the green under my feet,

isn’t just a bunch of petrified insects.

When I was told,

that the lights above my head,

aren’t really fairies watching me.

It was confusing.

I don’t know how it happened

I don’t remember when I —

or maybe I do?

It’s a bit hazy

and bright.

Too bright.

I’m still falling, no wait,

I’m already on the floor.

I think.

One thing I am sure of

is that I will fall again.

But that’s okay.

‘Cause I’m falling down a

Colorful rabbit-hole

C o l o r f u l l y

In a rabbit-hole.