I'm a troubled soul

Feeling a bit like Alice
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
And you could try to catch me
Maybe lower a rope
And I might try to grab it
But I've lost my hope

I sit here in this well
This wishing well
People bend over my head
And wish to god they knew their way
And I sit here looking up
But no one sees me
And even if they did -I'd still be lost completely

I tried to climb up
Up this hole, up this cave
But I've been buried too low
Been buried alive in this wicked grave
And no shovel comes digging
And even if it did
They would only find a shadow
A shadow of what life really is

27/Oct/06