When was it last
when we felt
our best
Looking in the
mirrored looking
glass..
Staring back
at me was a
stranger..
And times the
avenger..
Laughing right
at me
Was a spectacle
of fractured
reality
None the wiser
my brain still
operates on the
gentle notion
of a childlike
potion..Still
seeing through the
eyes of an
innocent..forever
I will be..
The wooden boy
A lonely man's
toy..Pixie dust
sprinkled on my
head..
Gives you and me
The empathic childlike
Freedom to fly
Over the streets
of London
Wisked away to a
fantasy world
Where the Adults
are nowhere to be found
Wendy can you hear
me calling you?
And you're still in
your nightgown
Or would you prefer
the tastes of chasing
a rabbit down a hole
Where Alice grew
incredibly high
It's tea time with the
Mad Hatter
And the catterpillar
spoke words through
Rings of smoke
We're not in Kansas
anymore my dear
The ruby red slippers
Just took three clicks
of the heels..It brought
me back..To a world
of white and black..
The Day Time Stood Still..
