Acceptance
It's falling.
It's all falling.
Yet it's flying,
Flying away.
Or am I flying away?
Maybe I'm the one falling.
Or flying.
Or just going insane.
The sky is cracked,
It bleeds from the foul gashes.
Bleeding a black rain,
Rain or destruction,
It's all the same.
Nothing's the same.
Everything's crumbling.
My castle is crashing down,
Down,
Down,
Down.
Down the rabbit hole I went,
And up to cloud nine I flew.
But it's collapsing,
All around me.
The ground is trembling,
The trees are shaking,
The animals are quaking,
All with fear.
Fear and pain.
Pain and fear.
It's close.
Close enough.
Yet so far,
Too far.
Just out of my reach,
As is my sanity.
It's just not quite here,
I can't grasp it.
It's fleeing,
Dashing away,
While dashing away my dreams,
My home,
My safety,
My wonderland,
It's in ruins,
As is my mind.
Am I mad?
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
Most definitely.
Impossibly so.
But aren't we all mad?
Just to some degree?
Everyone has a little loose screw,
Or one screwed in a little too tight.
So are we all mad,
Or all sane?
By being insane,
Are we being the norm?
Is crazy typical now?
Is sense atypical?
Am I a mistake?
Is my world a mistake?
Maybe the world outside is the mistake.
I'm fine.
I'm okay.
I'm wonderful.
I'm dying.
Dying with my dear Wonderland.
Dying with my dream.