White Rabbit
I guess.. yes..
I’m indeed the White Rabbit
Always the frantic overthinker
Obsessive, chaotic
Confused, submissive to the darkness
Always escaping through the forest
As if time is always slipping
As if danger can be redeeming
Finding solace by jumping through holes
While letting my footsteps
Muddy the once unbothered gravel
My claws etching on wood barks..
Dropping my broken pocket watch,
Purposely leaving all proof
Of my existence…
Or so God could find me.. again
And bring me back.. again
As if it were a never-ending cycle
Of.. will you find me?
26-30, F
