"Who are you?" said the caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied rather shyly, "I-I hardly know, sir, just at present-at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then."
Written by: Lewis Carrol
I sit behind closed
Blinds
The sun sneaking
Through
I can't see it
Barely there
Peaking in on
My solitude
Go away,
The world.
I need not be
In you right now
The other window
Is too open
And blinds me
I sit in solitary
Waiting for the clouds
That are in my mind
To go away
And for the blinds
To open
I have no voice
For it is silent
Numb by your words
They take away
The very roots of
Myself
I become empty
Nothing
No one
I am nobody
With nothing to say…
I cannot breath today
The air is too heavy
My mind to slow
To catch the wind
It wraps around me
And I don't see it
Only a blur
Of empty space
Waiting for me to
Open my mouth
And swallow what
Surrounds me…
I'M TAKING OFF
INTO THE CLOUDS
OF BLUE EMPTINESS
HEIGHT IS RISING
SO AM I
THE CLOUDS CALL ME
INTO THEIR WHITENESS
I SEE CHARACTERS
THEY SMILE BACK AT ME
SAORING ABOVE THE EARTH
TO NOWHERE
NO MAP
NO ROADS
NO DESTINATION
FREEDOM
SOUL IS LIGHT
NEED NOWHERE TO BE
FLYING TOWARDS
FREEDOM
NOT WANTING TO LAND
The mind only
becomes free
As the fragments
Fade away
Into empty peices
Of shattered
Mirrors
BACK TO THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD