Had been falling down this hole for so long,
Lost in time it seems as clocks tick,
But the toking of these clocks that stick the ceilings,
Seems to be the particular sounds of angry birds,
Screaming and cawing for attention,
And as I pass through the door which is two sizes too small,
The clumsy rabbit stumbles in front of me,
His eyes big with worry,
As if he had a question or two for me,
When suddenly his eyes turned red and the world bleed black,
Closing my eyes for fear of attack,
I only open to find that I am outside the tree in which I fell,
The thought came to me,
Was I never meant to be down that rabbit hole
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