We're All Mad

October 27, 2010
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Now we're going down the rabbit hole.
Breaking through the looking glass.
Keeping to ourselves
And minding our own business.
Making our way through a new and strange land.
Not sure where to fit in,
and where to stand out.
And the raging Queens,
And the fading smiles.
Every truth is a lie,
And every lie is a joke.
The eyes of many,
Following your moves,
Keeping you in a place
That you're not sure of.
Kindred Souls whisper the secrets
Simple stories to come true
As they're told.
Aces, Spades, Jacks, and Kings,
The Poker game you'll never win.
Tea in the forests,
While the creatures screech.
And the most beautiful of things,
Cant be trusted.
But you keep following the
White Rabbit
In his world
That you do not understand
The white roses, the red paint.
The mistake you helped to make.
Troublesome grins seem to fade off,
Leaving no trace or sign
Of coming back.
And you cant help but wonder,
Why the flowers seem to glare
as you step through them.
The dreams you keep
Suddenly seem more like fairy tales
With a twist.
And you can't wake up.
Not now.
So if you don't like going mad,
Then You've gone down the wrong Rabbit hole.

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