Be careful, for wonderland is scarce.
We often get lost in realities that come in broken pairs.
Fantasies and tragedies and comedies alike
We often lose our sanities in vanities too far, too pike.
Be careful, for the cliff of reason falls nigh
To lose and be forgotten for our rash and empty fly
Broken strings and broken wings are wheels in wonder's kind
Nothing can be said to change the willful willful mind
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
