Always on the run
and forever kinda late.
Out of her mind always -
swimming with rays and sharks and stars.
Kind of lazy just to realize
of how the mazes became a new normal
and wonderland her new home
instead of a prison.

("Where has the white rabbit gone?")

[ II: ABYSS :II ]

Oh' dear silly Alice,
what a mystery you are.

To these weary eyes
such an sweet, innocent sin.

Intoxicating. Deadly poison.

So easy to drink in
and swallow
the dreams and the thoughts
as everything within.

[ *** ]

Always appearing to the right place
during the wrongest times.
Chasing the flying time
like the white rabbit on the run.
The seasons are chancing
as also are the scenes -
poems once written are now burning.
And with that kind of head
one might need a real rest
as tables and worlds are turning.
Out of all opinions
beheading is not the best
So run now my dear Alice,
beware of yealding.

Silently sitting by the window
all motionless and pale
trying to remember the past
but all of the pieces just aren't there.
Slowly swallowing the poison -
drink me, eat me - that's the rhyme.
What could be dreaming of our silly Alice,
for she's forever lost in time