The night is dark
My skin so cold
This is the feeling
Of getting old
All I've wanted
Throughout my life
Is to light that never ending spark
Life is a journey
So hold on tight
Give it one last fighting fight
Slow down young ones
Live it day to day
Because it is just a journey
And my skies turning grey
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
Who is she?
Who are we?
The Cheshire cat is still smiling at me. I am who I am, but who will I be? Alice is lost and so are we. Will someone please set us free? I thought I was mad, but the Hatter is madder than we.
Just a simple old cat, thankful I'm not the queens bat. The hearts tarts have been snatched, surely someone's head will be hatched.
The White Rabbits still tardy, he is sure to miss the unbirthday party.
The Tweedles are fighting, listening to them is a mad kind of exciting.
The flowers are crying, their sweet petals slowly dying. Could the March Hare be the only one who could help them prepare?
A Wonderland this surely is!
But do we know yet, who she really is?
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC