The Rabbit Hole


Slowly the fingers role, knowing their place

silent but so loud they pluck


then simoltaniously they slip from each string

the sound is so beautiful

so simple

I begin to drift with the soft riffs

I fall into my own

Completely incontrol but yet I fall apart in some way

I let go and it's like nothing ever happened

left to right, I look

Im back in this muddled world

but I will return

I will find my way back

Down the rabbit hole I'll call it



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