in wonderland,
we are all mad.
there is a fire within in our lungs from the cigarettes we smoke.
it lights our paper hearts into ashes.
but i don't mind.
we start a family business.
picking weed from trees, careful not to overdo it.
by day, "thats a bunch for five please!"
by night, my mind swirls in different shapes.
yet i really don't mind.
a circular motion today but a rectangular outline yesterday.
waking up in the mornings to find orange pills from a cereal box,
the mailman gives us dirty looks.
but we don't care.
lets cheer for the happy days with ambitious plans.
lets run away from the people who carry pitch forks with a laugh.
we really don't care.
i feel nauseous but i love
that we're mad.
