sometimes,
well, maybe not,
but either way
it happens at least once
a girl falls down.
and down, down, down
until she reaches the bottom.
she grows
she grows big,
she grows small
she walks
she walks through
through meadows
and forests alike
through a place called
Wonderland
beautiful child is she,
hated by the red queen
loved by the hatter
small child
she wakes up
it all just a dream
or so it seems,
but I am a resident of Wonderland
I know the truth
