Paths down the rabbit hole lead me towards something inevitable. I could turn away, I could turn around to see you there, with a complicated face, standing behind me pushing me away. I want to run to you. I want you to tell me the simple answers, but I can't. There is power at work. I'll venture off into the mysterious making sure to never lose sight of that lamp post. I've got a path to stay on. I've got a purpose. I march to the beat of the drum, the magic of the night, the dreams in my sleep, tonight, tomorrow and forever after.