Down the rabbit hole

Going lower and lower… and this time I know about it. But instead of fighting I’m just watching myself go down the rabbit hole. It’s waiting for you Alice. The hare and hatters party. But when I arrive at the table there’s nothing but crumbs ans cold pot of tea. Cheshire Cat isn’t smiling, and the flowers aren’t in bloom. In fact it’s gloomy today not a golden afternoon. No playing croquet with queen of hearts and the roses are actually red. No deck of cards to paint with white, and the tweedles they are dead. Walking through wonderland without an ounce of hope. Then I see caterpillar choking on a lung full of smoke. Being stuck down the rabbit hole is one of my biggest fears… then I hear the whispers “we’re all mad here”.