We get taken –

Far away
From ourselves
Into the woods of shadow and fear

There it’s not clear
Which parts
Are real

Some say, you don’t exist
And if you do, you’re cracked up
Nothing but a compartmentalized rut

Scattered shattered
Hall of mirrors
Who’s sane

Up in there
Anything is real or isn’t
Even that I’m but a hologram

We get taken
Deep into Wonderland
Against our will, is it, either way

Once you emerge
You’ve got solid ground
Even when you’re upside down

Still you stand
Can’t explain but for
Now you know that you know

And what’s real is relative
Only in the great

Oz conception
Where deception
Is status quo, and so

Once you find
You know that you know
Some will say, where have you gone


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