The Rabbit Hole

If you want to be my friend

You got to let me eat your soul

That's what she heard in the end

While falling down the rabbit hole

Did I just imagine that?

Or is that what I truly want?

I have one life, unlike the cat

I can't sell it. I just can't

Not to him. Or anyone else

Not for love. Not money or gold

There's a price. And everything sells

But not my life. That can't be sold

I'd rather suffer. Be cold and alone

But isn't that how we all must leave?

In the end, we're nothing but stone

The tomb, the epitaph and those who bereave

But while I breathe, I'll be at war

Either I'm slain. Or I'm not

I am the only one in my car

I won't be used. And I can't be bought

Love these days, is a paper ring

As I heard somewhere in a song

In that case, the song I shall sing

Will be about truth, not right or wrong

Let my song then fly in the breeze

Let it go where ever it does

Let it end when I shall cease

But be different from the mediocre buzz

As I now emerge from the rabbit hole

I am clear about the path I see

No one can own me. Or my soul

Till I stop walking, me is who I shall be