As you slip farther into that other world,
I am the only person you still can see.
I interpret life for you,
not the one you’ve wandered into.
Filling in the dots,
stepping into madness,
I cling to you and pretend I’m blind,
pretend everything is ok.
The funny thing is I see it, too,
just the way you do.
Through your eyes, I guess.
I can totally understand.
It’s all I can do not to grab hold of your hand
and skip off into Wonderland with you.
by Cher Bibler