The Ghosts of my past.

February 2nd, 2010-Alice

Spinning in circles,

Growing ten feet tall,

I’m Alice, trapped in wonderland,

I’m feelin’ two feet tall.

Curiosity stains my mind,

As I am led into the den,

My awful thoughts are wondering,

And I’m stricken once again.

It was great at first,

But the rabbit deceived,

His pocket-watch, instead a timer,

Of how much more I could perceive.

Roses spoke to me in gibberish,

A caterpillar, in rhymes.

I thrust myself so willingly,

And soon ran out of time.