Rabbit Holes

Not to fall down rabbit holes
Not to fight off tentacles
I decide when I will stay
I just want to run away
You are ten fathoms tall
Head in the clouds; no place at all
I will get away
Don’t want to be in the rat race
I will give myself to you
Thousand pearls and diamonds, too
Antique glass cracked in the pane
Just put through by The Winds of Change