If you don't like what I write,
As you have that, as your right,
Sometimes, the words, that are so dear,
With some thoughts, are laced with fear.
Your personal input, is valued, by me,
And for that, I will always be,
The crispy air, nips at my nose
and as I walk, I feel my toes
starting to tingle, searching for heat,
I must put socks upon my feet.
Not liking to wear socks, not at all,
be it Spring, Winter, Summer or Fall.
Don't be afraid,
She said to me,
For life or death
Will always be
One that will
Soon, set us free.
The pain I feel
Deep within my soul,
Feels like I'm on the
Edge of the rabbit hole.
So here we go, Alice,
Down the hole