You are an Alice. A dreamer, wanderer.
Take a hit, inhale fumes.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Let me take you to your past.
Here, drink me...
Broken hearts and unfulfilled curiosities.
You shrink at the thought of your own history,
I bet you thought you were lost, swirling into
Psychedelic pools of forbidden, dripping with confusion
But we can never be lost (or late),
If we don’t have places to be,
So dive into concrete forests of green, releasing
Cheshire-cat smiles in hopes of finding your Tweedle-dee,
And sweeten your tea with that white,
Never mind if your heart is powdered with cocaine.
We’re all insane and dazed, to be entirely sober is to be sad,
So laugh like a god,
And dress in your funeral clothes, even if you have nowhere to go,
Eat me, and grow.
Walk like a giant, leave adventurous footprints everywhere,
And touch. Touch everything. Be sure to leave your fingerprints,
When you steal wander dust,
Because we become criminals when we inject freedom.
And never let society cage your chromatic, ever expanding mind,
Or your opium heart,
It doesn’t get any more sinfully purer than this.
Make your way, to the tea party,
We’re going to snort imagination,
As we lie on our backs and look at the scarlet sky we painted
All because,
You can never be too late for life.
