One tastes tiny,
same one tall.
Falling, but I don't fall.
Everything real is fake.
Where cards rule,
hares drink,
and life is mad.
I take advice from the one who smokes.
Nonsensically roaming
a world of nonlogic.
Which makes an imprint,
big me or small?
This land of wonder,
where all known impossible
is real reality.
And here I am.
I don't know how to get out,
so easy to get in-
maybe a home
that I only visit.