Down the rabbit hole I will see,
Chairs and stairs fly past me.
Fallowing the rabbit isn’t hard to do,
if you don’t mind losing a brain cell or two.
Up is down and down is up,
Oh look there’s my rosy heart in a teacup.
I sit with the Mad Hatter, in his dashing hat,
He tells me he loves me, but his attention is flat.
We have a fine party with guests and continue our fling.
In my mind it’s a good time, but is it the real thing?
The colors swirl around me, I’m living in a dream,
They make me sick with confusion, what does it mean?
I want to be home with my sister and cat,
Where is that damn looking glass at?
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