Silly Alice, there is no hookah smoking caterpillar.
The flowers will not sing for you, they will spit on your pretty blue dress.
The mad tea party you attended, is in fact mad.
There is no mad hatter, no crazy rabbit, and no tiny mouse sprawling from a tea pot.
You wear a crown of creation, yet you are the queen of mass destruction.
You creations are all hallucinations.
The Cheshire Cat you see doesn't smile for you, but for how mad you are and the mess you've made.
The red queen will not forcefully make you paint every white rose red .its all so petrifying to a little girl like you, Alice.
You poor soul.
But you will soon wake up and there will be no hookah smoking caterpillar, the will be no crown of creation sitting on your head. You are not 10ft tall anymore, and you are not in your wonderland.