Alice
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Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn’t you like to read something strange?
The tale that began with a rabbit hole
Went so wrong and spun out of control.
It caused commotion and so much rage.
Life blooms all around you
Under your bare feet
Above your head
Birds churp
Insects hum
The wind whistles
Such beautiful music
You walk along
Guided by dandelions
Down the rabbit hole you say?
No, no, no darling you are mistaken.
Down a corridor and through a doorway,
That is where you were taken.
“You see I haven’t a clue.
For a rabbit, that’s nothing new.
It’s plainly clear
In here, my dear,
We’re crazy, but how do you do?
Madness?
The fog hung low,
but their spirits were twirling above,
absorbed in a type of relation that could only be described as complete.
Let’s get one thing straight, I am not Alice.
My Wonderland and her’s are different things;
Her’s had talking animals and malice,
Mine has a dissimilar kind of beings.
Awakening within a dream once more
For the spectator, me, am now lucid
The air more harsh, breathing a chore,
lungs combustible when filled...
I write in hopes of being understood
Because explaining how I feel has not been my best
subject.
At night, I imagine scenarios that will never come
true.
Hoping, always hoping, I’d fall asleep soon.
Alice, from yonder land across the sea,
give back what you stole from me.
The thing you took from me all those years ago,
was my love, much like a delicate, blue rose.
My love for you made me high
