In between four rooms, boxes, places.
Touch the world softly, twenty paces.
Back and forth, and dream of and
learn about life through dappled drunk days:
reading about alice in wonderland,
wondering why the world won’t fade away,
into this bright, merry band
of misfits and introverts and mad hatters.
dream of days where I finally matter.
Live without feeling quite so alone,
(i hold a hand, but turns out it’s my own).
But, I’m scared, I’m scared
(oh mama, I’m so scared)
Hold me now, closer, tighter, stronger
Hold on longer and longer
So that I don’t fall apart like rain
Shatter from the dancing clouds,
Won’t wash down the drain
Yelling (“please don’t let go!”) loud.
So, Alice, Alice, will you take my hand?
Say you will live this life with me if you can,
the roses and violets and posies all understand,
Things are always better in wonderland.
Where the red queen says, "run in one place!
Faster, faster now, to get away!"
Things don’t always have to stay the same
We can thunder in a different way.
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