As you slip farther into that other world,

I am the only person you still can see.

I interpret life for you,

this life,

not the one you’ve wandered into.

Filling in the dots,

painting scenery,

stepping into madness,

slipping away,

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