Scavenging

follow the white rabbit Alice........ or maybe don't

 

 

Simon says: stand still. But my legs have a will of their own

I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole

Standing on the gangplank…

Falling

Visualizing the present passing before my eyes in slow motion

Grasping at objects I see fly by me at the speed of light

Bright as the sun, one focus in the center of my vision

I’m jaywalking on downtown’s cerebral streets in rush hour traffic

Asking every Mime for directions

Looking for answers written on sidewalks in hopscotch chalk    and hidden in cryptic fortune cookies

The clown holding the large bunch of balloons will not carry me off far away over the rainbow

They gave you the answers on Sesame Street and The Electric Company but even Morgan Freeman has moved on to wearing his “big pants”

And you know the Muppets did get their own show

The world doesn’t slow for anyone, not even Michael Jackson

I’m on a scavenger hunt for answers that are painted on the insides of my eyelids

Yet I can not read the language… I’ve just been banished and sent forth from Babel

Not being the one that shot the arrow toward God makes no difference

Original Sin is mine to inherit

Better I walk forth blindfolded letting my senses be my guide than to rely on sight in this world of charade

Isn’t life just one big parade?

A white rabbit scurries past my feet, am I required to choose …. EAT or DRINK ?

What if Alice had chosen to stay under the tree, what kind of person would she be?

Ordinary?

The pursuit of individuality is anything but…

 

  

Don't be anyone's puppet, live for yourself - blaze your own path