Rabbit Hole Reality

Stark I stand alone and feel
the pressure to know what is real,
in sparks of inspiration I find
gaps within the conscious mind
voids I had never explored before
they seem like they are opening doors
to chasms and realms of dimensional places
that I have never been but tracing
energy and light that dance like seeds
and beckon whispering ‘follow me’
I feel like Alice descending to Wonderland
as I do the very best I can
to get a hold to muster a grip
but every so gradually I fall and slip
deeper down the rabbit hole
this is an unbelievable story to be told
and as I fall colours swirl
around my head and blur my vision
then it all goes black until a lightening prism
shakes me a wake and everything is obsidien
is this my death that has finally come
until I hear the mantra and the drum
that the shaman is beating in a melodic rythme
looking to release me from this illusory prison called life
and I a spy, a chink and a spark of iridescent light
then suddenly I sprout wings and fly
of the far reaches of the universe
singing a song of a symphonic chorus
living a dream of imaginative creativity
as I find myself in a state of conscious reality.