A path is made by walking on it

When Alice went after the white rabbit, T’was all about fun and glory, It isn’t exactly a fairy tale though, When the rabbit hole becomes, a part of your story. You stretch and pull yourself With the “eat me” and “drink me” things, Posing yourself with or against, The weights that tug at your will.Continue reading “A path is made by walking on it”

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