Edifying my inner Alice
trough the looking-glass of time.
Some childhood stories are narrowed
and some of those are as blind as mine.

Walking trough this road of madness
you can bend a twist or two.
Dreams are the the ending -
wonderland's the beginning.
Let's start by starting new.

I'm edifying my inner Alice,
and yet the truth is still out there.

Where the white rabbit haunts.

My steps are elsewhere.