I’m no Alice in Wonderland,
But I am more like the Cheshire Cat,
They say I am more deranged
Than the Mad Hatter’s hat,
They say I can be quite rude
Like the Queen of Hearts
And like the March Hare
I sometimes nervously fall apart,
I’m no caterpillar
Blowing smoke rings
But I might as well be same to them all,
Because I’m madly curious about things.

I stand here, opaque
and yet the distance grows bold.
I know I'll become transparent
and our memories will grow old.

As I watch from the glorious past,
this uncertain future, unfold.