Fallen through the rabbit hole,
I am on the other side.
I talk with my perception of yours,
And my own voices from the past echo.                       
I tell you this is not worth an argument,
But your imaginary answer is either impeccable or truth.

I am a werewolf on a moonlit night,
Bound to howl at faded skies. 
Not the ocean made to tide,
Just a fool to not leap over the rabbit hole.
I have fallen through the rabbit hole.
Yet again.