One building, not too far away, looks different from the rest.
A telescope sits on a table, waiting patiently.
This place always seems to provide exactly what you need,
Just when you need it.
Putting your eye to the telescope, you search for the only building that looks familiar.
Finally, you find what you were looking for.
An old man is gardening on the rooftop of an old, brick building.
You know most of the people you meet here, but not him.
He pauses from his gardening,
Stands up straight,
And shuffles towards a group of tall flowers.
They smile clownishly towards the sky,
And it seems like they might be looking at you.
In a row of pots the old man is growing homes,
And they look a lot like the one you live in.
The brightly-colored creatures appear, and the world changes again.
You are in a forest,
But you are not you.
A small pool of water shows your reflection.
Your ears twitch and you think about how hungry you are,
For a crunchy, juicy, carrot.
A bright green streak cuts across the water.
Unfortunately, you will not be a rabbit for much longer.
You are back in your body, but trees still tower over you.
A cold, peculiar feeling creeps up your spine,
And you shiver.
Snapping, creaking, and ripping sounds come from somewhere in the darkness.
A nearby tree noisily tears its roots from the ground,
And stomps towards you.
This creature should not be trusted,
And you start to run.
Looking back, you see that the tree is now wielding an ax.
Frightening things like this happen from time to time,
And usually end peacefully.
This is not one of those times.
The forest continues to grow darker and colder,
But you need to keep running.
It is becoming more and more difficult to lift your feet,
And eventually, you stumble to a halting stop.
Your feet have become blocks of cement,
And danger is surrounding you.
There are no flashes of light this time.
Only black.
A telescope sits on a table, waiting patiently.
This place always seems to provide exactly what you need,
Just when you need it.
Putting your eye to the telescope, you search for the only building that looks familiar.
Finally, you find what you were looking for.
An old man is gardening on the rooftop of an old, brick building.
You know most of the people you meet here, but not him.
He pauses from his gardening,
Stands up straight,
And shuffles towards a group of tall flowers.
They smile clownishly towards the sky,
And it seems like they might be looking at you.
In a row of pots the old man is growing homes,
And they look a lot like the one you live in.
The brightly-colored creatures appear, and the world changes again.
You are in a forest,
But you are not you.
A small pool of water shows your reflection.
Your ears twitch and you think about how hungry you are,
For a crunchy, juicy, carrot.
A bright green streak cuts across the water.
Unfortunately, you will not be a rabbit for much longer.
You are back in your body, but trees still tower over you.
A cold, peculiar feeling creeps up your spine,
And you shiver.
Snapping, creaking, and ripping sounds come from somewhere in the darkness.
A nearby tree noisily tears its roots from the ground,
And stomps towards you.
This creature should not be trusted,
And you start to run.
Looking back, you see that the tree is now wielding an ax.
Frightening things like this happen from time to time,
And usually end peacefully.
This is not one of those times.
The forest continues to grow darker and colder,
But you need to keep running.
It is becoming more and more difficult to lift your feet,
And eventually, you stumble to a halting stop.
Your feet have become blocks of cement,
And danger is surrounding you.
There are no flashes of light this time.
Only black.