The Rabbit Hole
It's all right there inside yourself/
The key to what's inside your mind/
It's all released, every impurity/
And the locks and chains that bind.
The impurities make me shrink and cower/
Hanging from a velvet rope/
Dirty injustice somewhat shattered/
Fear is great but not as great as hope.
I get these words in my mind/
My fingers won't sit still/
The air in my lungs burn to speak them/
But underestimation burns out will.
Someone try to decipher my words/
They're here like an ancient scroll/
Unravel, distinguish, work out the measures/
Fall further down the rabbit hole.
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