I am slipping further down the rabbit hole.
My name is not Alice but lonely Brit boy.
I was once a rider on life’s great journey,
now I am just a passenger on life’s steam roller.
Rolling, plundering over grass and ground glass.
There is no beauty in my eyes any more,
I don’t seem to be able to see it clearly.
The Sounds of the happy days are not doing the groove thing
like they once used to.
Still going further down the Rabbit hole.
Feeling a little sorry for myself tonight…so i treat you to crap poetry. Suck it 🙂
Until Next Time…