Falling
Maybe I'm going to Wonderland;
Maybe I'll never land.
I'm too old for Neverland,
I should have planned.
Everything is upside down,
Everyone thinks I'm happy,
But I'm really wearing a frown.
I'm flying uncomfortably high,
When will I drift down?
How did I get here?
When will this end?
Send a cavalier!
It feels like I'm falling.
I'm just dropping,
Down to my death.
So I'll take my last breath.
Written on April 25, 2017
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