Through the Wardrobe

I fell into a puddle 
 And fell out the other side 
 And I found another world 
 That was hidden deep inside 
 
 The place was one of horror 
 Of which I dare not think 
 It took me to my wits end 
 It led me to the brink 
 
 The grass was just as green there 
 The sky was just as blue 
 The air was just as wintry 
 And the sun still shone there, too 
 
 The dogs still barked at passing cats 
 Mosquitoes still were pests 
 The pigeons still were everywhere 
 Spiders still ate guests 
 
 The people there were common folk 
 They looked the same as here 
 They drove their cars, they rode their bikes 
 They ate food and drank beer 
 
 Among them were my parents 
 My friends, my house, my room 
 My favorite band, my teachers, too 
 And others, I ’ d assume 
 
 The place was as familiar 
 As any place I ’ ve found 
 I could have made a life there 
 Were its failing not around 
 
 So why the need to leave that place 
 The urge to fall back through? 
 For everyone I passed would think 
 That I was really you.
