I feel as if I’ve stumbled upon Wonderland.
Where there’s no sadness,
Only madness.
Driven by insane desire,
The desire to live.
To repent.
Tea parties forever ongoing.
Waiting for the guest of honor,
Who may never show.
Flowers singing.
God is the caterpillar.
The royal adviser is a white rabbit,
Who is almost always late.
This world is so maddening.
How do you stay?
Is it because you’re mad too?
Because you can’t tell.
It’s normal for you.
So nothing is mad.
All is sane.