The pocket watch

" Who are you?"
As lost as Alice,
as mad s the Hatter,
I guess you could say I'm A wild flower,

sat in a field on my own, Under an oak tree,
reading a book About how perfect life can be,
False Hopes flood my mind,
leaving my Imagination to trail behind,
it stumbled Down a black hole,
chasing a white Figure,
known as false truths and Undefined dreams,
his pocket watch Ticking backwards,
past memories of Happiness,
only remind the future of
Sadness,

he's late, late for what? To change the cards that have been dealt?
Ace of spades queen of hearts,
either way judgement has been passed, convicted of madness,
punishment, drowning in your own sadness,
pills and potions filled with lies,
only there to reassure others in our lives,
that we will soon recover from societies knives.
When we all know the real remedy is "off with their head!",
as the pocket watch in our head can finally stop ticking,
once we are dead.