“Alice, Alice,
Where are you?”
I’m dizzy, I’m dizzy,
Stuck in a cloud of blue.

My vision is blurred,
My mind is scattered,
Where’s the White Rabbit?
Where’s the Mad Hatter?

The Queen of Hearts,
Should’ve yelled by now,
“Chop off her head!”
Or make me bow.

I’m so confused,
And lost in this land,
Where is my dream?
Where is Wonderland?

Where is Twiddle-Dee?
Where is Twiddle-Dum?
Where’s the Blue Catterpillar,
Getting drunk on ***?

The Cheshire Cat,
Must appear soon,
I can’t be left alone,
This can’t be my doom.

I can’t feel my feet,
I can’t feel my hands,
I don’t know where I am,
Where is Wonderland?

Fire! Fire!
They all scream,
It's past the forest,
It's over the stream.

Run! Run!
They all cower,
Letting in the flame,
Giving it the power.

Hide! Hide!
They all duck,
Losing all faith,
When reality struck.

Help! Help!
They all shout,
Throwing up their arms,
Flailing about.

Stop! Stop!
They all plead,
They want to be safe,
They want to be freed.

Yes! Yes!
They all yell,
As the fire recedes,
Without deaths’ bell.

Gone! Gone!
They all chant,
As they circle the camp,
And their wish was grant.

I talk to myself,
Consistently I might add,
And I dunno about you,
But I’m the best friend I’ve ever had.

My conversations are good fun,
The best I’ve had all day,
And I know I’ll always be there,
When I have something to say.

I talk about my feelings,
And my thoughts out loud,
I’ll talk to myself in private,
Or even in a crowd.

I don’t know what it means,
If I’m lone or depressed,
If you have any idea,
Come and be my guest.

To all the people that talk to themselves,
I think it’s perfectly fine,
You can be your own best friend,
And I can be mine.

Under the table,
We used to feed Rover,
And play pat-a-cake,
With the luck of a clover.

Under the table,
We then held hands,
Discussing our favorite,
Metal and rock bands.

Under the table,
We now don't need,
The table used to hide,
Our feelings, now freed.

No need for a table,
Because now I have you,
I can hold your hand,
And kiss you, too.

The same gender,
Holding hands,
Is not a painting,
Don't stare at it.

A person who wants to be,
The opposite of what they are,
Is not a vegetable,
Don't spit at it.

A person who loves,
And accepts all,
Is not a helpless kid,
Don't bully it.

These are people,
And their feelings,
Are like plates made of China.
Don't break it.

The joy of the bloom,
Hope it won't be over soon,
Fear of the past gloom.