Down the Rabbit Hole

Everything has been said. Everything has always been said before. I open a page in a notebook and try to say it again, Only differently. A new way of saying the same thing – Feeling the same feeling That at this very moment only I can feel Despite the billions of other people that inhabit this planet at exactly the same time as me. What are the chances of that? I put on my hat- My coat, And my shoes. And I take the dog out. I hope he shits so I can relax Get into the thing that can take me to the place. I know I will get there But the sacrifice tears the soul like a rabid dog Consuming my sanity one word at a time Until madness is all that is left on the page, Burning and searing my eyes into teary submission. A small price to pay, I suspect For a return visit.