ode to Alice

Ode to Alice

I think I may have eaten the BLUE pill, or was it RED?
I wonder because  lately I notice I am shrinking,

The space I inhabit on this earth is very small,
there are no choices for me at all,

Doors are not only closing, but disappearing,
mostly I see just Wall

What does one do- being so little, so inconsequential, 
ultimately forgettable?

Could I conjure up a jolly, grinning Buddha, smoking a Hookah?
To guide me through this foggy, twisted, murky place

Hope it will be soon cuz I sort of see myself turning into a Loon…