alice in wonderland syndrome
by cameran
i often find myself dreaming of a place
with colorful skies
and stars on the ground,
with thousands of flowers
littered all around.
i hope to see caterpillars dancing among the leaves,
and butterflies flying out of the trees,
as well as fairies frolicking throughout the forest,
and a group of fish in a big city chorus.
i wish to only eat sweets,
and have gumdrop seats,
along with long licorice vines,
and silly string borderlines.
maybe even a boy so beautiful
the angels cry.
he can take me swimming in the lakes,
and on pop rock mining dates.
where we'll laugh,
and we'll cry,
but not worry at all.
and inexplicably, fall in love with one another.
too bad i wake up eventually