What a world it would be
if the moon were the sun,
if the sky was the land,
or if darkness never won.
What a world it would be
if the dreamers never dreamed,
if the losers always lost,
or if the poets knew of fun.
What a world it would be
if Alice never fell,
if her looking glass was solid,
or if her heart was icy cold.
What a world it would be
if backwards meant forwards,
if humans never settled,
or if God's word was blurred.
What a world it would be
if everything were backwards,
if Alice was happy,
or if the hatter wasn't mad.
What a world it would be
if right meant wrong,
if white was black,
or if politicians knew of love.
What a world it would be
if the killers gave flowers,
if the lovers really loved,
or if love would alway last.
It be a wonderland of sorts,
a world made of nonsense,
but it be worth it to have
if sadness meant happiness,
if beggars gave cheers,
or if hatred meant kindness.
It be a world I could live in
if acceptance reigned on,
if everything meant nothing
there'd be nothing to con.
We would all be the same
nobody would be wrong.
If we lived in a wonderland
we would all move along.
We'd be lost in our heads
singing our own little song.

I will paint the dawn
with our long lost song,
and cry to the moon
that we've moved along.
I'll sit beneath her
all night long,
and tell her our story
how we didn't belong.
I'll sing to her softly,
a sweet little birdsong,
about a love story
meant to be lifelong.
I'll tell her we were strong,
but couldn't hold on.
We were too headstrong,
just stringing along.
We couldn't see ourselves
being in the wrong.
I remember crying
all day long,
trying to shove myself along
to see the difference
between right and wrong.
I couldn't prolong
the end of our love song.
I remember singing
this same little birdsong,
when you heard me
you played along,
but trying to rush me
for you couldn't stay long.
I remember your eyes
tearing with goodbyes,
as I sang the last note
of my loving little song.
I watched you walk away
feet scraping along,
and that was the end
of our loving little birdsong.

I have moments of clarity
when I'm lost in serenity.
I see that my worth
is lying in front of me.
I'm a galaxy of stars
colliding with divinity.
I am a cosmic universe,
I know my identity.
I must clear my obscenities,
and claim my amenities.
I am a goddess of brevity,
I sing my own melody.
I have an undying empathy,
a well that run endlessly.
I'll show love to my enemies,
and leave a lasting legacy.
I'll claim my own destiny,
and rule my kingdom heavenly.

There are days
that I have
where I don't
want to face,
chewing,
or doing,
or running
the race.
I just want
to lay here,
head lost
in space,
but reality
comes laughing
reminding me
there's no escape,
so I tell myself
get up,
start moving,
you're being
such a waste.

I've left the desert,
and the blazing heat
for the ocean,
with the salty breeze.
I love them both,
but if I must choose,
then I pick the ocean
because it's closer to you.
I can sit by the water,
and ponder my wonder
for the world I'm in,
while you're over yonder.
I can feel you close
by the salty blue water.
I see your force
in the tiniest sand dollars.
I love the sea
with the crystal blue color,
the freshness of life,
and little baby flounders.
I'll live here forever,
and gaze at the water,
listening to thunder,
as it puts me under.
I'll fall asleep to dreams
where you're in the water,
head above surface,
treading water.
I'll see you from shore,
hear your voice
with the thunder,
but I'm too afraid
of these blackened waters.
I'm afraid if I swim,
and follow the thunder,
you'll let me slip under,
and I'll be lost forever.
I'm not ready to go,
I can't navigate
black waters,
my soul is tied here,
so keep treading water.