Jabberwocky Slays an Innocent
I close my eyes
Take a breath
And realize
I must be falling
Falling
Falling
My feet are off the ground
I must be falling
Falling
Falling
Can’t you feel that rushing sound?
But I still stand here
Stuck in the stillness
Around me
Lost in this sea of me
The slow tide to draw
But we’re standing in the snow
Two pools of green
To forget all that I know
Now my arms are around me
I’m lost in the open
Consumed in this place
A vacancy
In my hand
A silent plea
To tower like the trees
I close my eyes
Take a bite
And realize
I must be Growing
Growing
Growing
My head is up in the clouds
I must be Growing
Growing
Growing
What is this nonsense I’ve found?
Dare I leave
Through the open door
Mocking me?
I’ll find a writing desk
Or a raven
They’re both the same to me
Something just to keep
This Absolute-ly smokey memory
(I swear I see doubles)
(Is it two or is it three?)
Underneath the translucent trees
Where the leaves fall
Through the open window
Surrounding me
Consumed in a blizzard
Of green
Looking at them
And they to the sea
Lost in a photograph
A faded memory
Of anything that we can be
Take the photo that I’m lost in
And if you care to see
Unbend the tiny corner
‘Cause Darling
I miss you and me
Where sunbeams so radiant
Are melted by the snow
And the branches catch the wind
To set the night aglow
I would never stop to think
What this Wonderland could be
I’ll hide beneath this hat
Waiting for you to just come and find me
But… I must be going mad
So first,
let’s
Dine on the moonlight
And have a cup of sunset
There is not time for tea
Before this starts to make
Any sense
Let’s bask in the warm glow
Of the trees
‘Cause everything is simply
A perfect misgiving
When you’re with me
And when the time that comes too soon
Is Fraptious by the days
We sing a happy tune
And time is set ablaze
I will remember the times
With moments unbroken
I’ll read between the lines
I’ll hear the words that are unspoken
I won’t be the same
When I awake
For I was different than I am today
I hope I’m growing
I must be growing
I’m growing
Into what?
I’m growing
Growing
Growing
I'm growing up…
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