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.
torstai, 1. huhtikuu 2021
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