By Ali
Date: 20 March 2001
Rabbit Hole
Everything turned upside down
Falling down a rabbit hole
"I'm late, I'm late...for a very important date."
But, what exactly am I late for?
I do not seem to remember, how strange
What exactly am I doing here?
I cannot quite recall
What was I supposed to say
I thought that I had it all planned out
But I forget that speech I had in my head
Forgot all the carefully planned out words
I now I'm left speechless, standing here silent
I know that you are speaking, I just can't hear your words
For you whisper too damn softly, and I wonder
Do you speak so low, because you do not want me to hear you?
I'm afraid that I'll never get to hear you, never hear your heart
But, there is nothing that I can do about it...
And I still feel like I'm late, for something
What exactly is it, that I seem to have missed?
I think that I shall go ask, tweedle dum, or tweedle dee
Maybe the singing flowers know...
But, they seem to speak in riddles, now
And they whisper as you do...
Will I ever hear those secrets, spoken soft?
Maybe I'm just too late...
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