Mad as a Hatter

Everything is spiraling,

spiraling out of control. 

Dragging me down,

down the rabbit hole. 
 

I feel like I can't keep up,

always two steps behind. 

How do I feel so disconnected 

from what's going on in my own head? 
 

I feel like I am constantly calling,

crying out for who I once was. 

I'm fumbling in the darkness,

stumbling through life in a fog of

emotional and spiritual paralysis. 

I have happened upon Absolem's mushroom

and fallen victim to the influence of his smoke,

ever questioning, ever seeking, in a dull haze. 

I have been trying to find myself for so long

that I've forgotten exactly who I'm looking for.

Trying to become that person again.

But I'm not quite sure she still exists-

damned to the endless labyrinth of Tulgey Wood. 
 

How I wish to awaken from this,

finding that it was all a dream. 

Sometimes I think the only solution 

is off with my head

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