Thoughts like bubbles
Swirling around
A dizzying spell
Ensnaring my heart
Shrinking and growing
Lost and running
I am Alice
In the Red Queens palace
Who am I
To have these thoughts
To dream these dreams
How can I seek
To find the finish
When I do not know the start
I am Alice
The caterpillars callous
Time ticks by
Slipping like sand
Flying through the wind
Constantly late
Never on time
Doomed to procrastinate
I am Alice
The white rabbits mess
Which way is up
Which way is down
The answers blur
One and one make thirty-two
Questions arise
I only know few
I am Alice
Or tweedle dumb is it is
You see I am a mess
I am lost
Perhaps in distress
I don't know the answers
Or the questions behind
But I'll always know
I am Alice
One of a kind
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Silently Speaking: poems
PoetryA collection of poems following the minds trail through an emotional rollercoaster.
