a poem inspired by alice in wonderland
falling- it's not a dream.
when captured in motion, it often alludes a single message, a single image.
distortion in reality, shock in faces.
drowned, upside-downed, topsy turvy in the most wonderlandiful way.
golden-brown hair floating, grasping for a simple clock
tick, tock, tick, tock, don't let the falling stop.
scattered cards, six of spades, three of clubs, nine of ace
what awaits? to your left, a tall, brick fireplace.
curiouser and curiouser, my, my, since when do chairs fly, fly?
falling- it's a dream.
when captured in motion, a memory is made, a gift is remembered.
crazy? no, a new adventure, a new reality.
because forever is sometimes just one second.
