Thursday, 6 October 2011

Once I Get In

You have pushed me off on a downward spiral,
We were meant to be friends,
The relief of coming up for air,
Leaving divers with the bends.
I know its not you but me,
Your just a little bit of soap powder,
I'm just water thinking I'm running free.
I need to get out of this tunnel,
I can feel it coming in on me;
I'm all out of mushroom
And the little door out,
Is barely big enough to see,
Someone show me the sign,
O, give me that bottle,
The one over there,
The one labelled, 'Drink Me'.

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