I sip a cup tea---
in this garden of green and white roses
in this garden of wounded swan on blue watery lake.
I sip a cup of tea, and sing.

I soaked my hair in your rib cage
but you didn't say a word
alas, seize the lovers that fades in blue

Blue ribbon
scrapped knees
lingering in wonderland
isn't that crazy?
I'm not Alice.
Not Alice.
This is just a dream.