Alice

Are you really Alice,

The girl who fell down the hole?

Who cried a river,

And grew so tall?

Tell me, Alice, of your Wonderland;

Of the tea parties and games of croquet.

Is it as we all imagine?

A world of up is down and this way is that way?

Do tell, Alice, of your world,

Trapped in your mind.  

With guards of a jabberwocky

And flimsy little cards.

Are you afraid Alice,

Of losing that world?

Where you are accepted,

And always right?

Oh never fear little Alice,

We all have our Wonderlands,

Some are so dark

And others never found.

What is mine, sweet Alice?

It is as mad as the Hatter,

As fierce as the Queen of Hearts,

And tricky as the Cheshire Cat.

We are the same Alice,

Sharing a Wonderland like the sky,

Where we can be found,

When we close our eyes.

Can we stay, Alice, in Wonderland,

Till the end of time?

When the sun dissolves the earth,

And humans are all gone.

The world cries “No” little Alice,

But we both know they are too late,

We are already there,

Whenever we lay down and fall asleep.