In... Wonderland

New York Times Bestseller

We all have our dreams that we stare into the night sky and attempt to manifest;
We all have our hopes that we whisper under our breath.
I can see a zip locking your mouth shut;
You want to tell me all about your aspirations but you are rendered mute.
Take my hand and ride out this stormy weather;
Sadness never did write a New York Times bestseller.

If there's one thing we all have in common thanks to this year; it's a bitter, deep sense of loneliness;
Spread across this earth from London to Los Angeles;
I know you are or have been feeling it.
The apocalypse is now and we are here;
Ready to find ourselves in united fear.
But I know for a fact that we'll get through this together;
Fear never did write a New York Times bestseller.

I've been disillusioned in this chaotic form of Wonderland;
Kids have kids of their own; such youthful parents.
Oak Trees grow all year round; they never will wither;
As death never claims a soul nor a life; neither.
How am I supposed to exist in an endless scene?
I don't know when this ends or if it's just beginning.
Here's to sincerely hoping I won't stay lost forever;
Worry never did write a New York Times Bestseller.

Perhaps one day when I'm old and gray;
I'll look back at my time in Wonderland and say;
"Damn, how lucky was I to have paint spill across my canvas?";
Something unexpected, a strengthened hailstorm; heroic.
As the sun casts its final rays across this earth;
I hope fear, worry and sadness are put forth;
Put forth and thrown from the cliff's edge;
Whispers tangled with emotion; damaged to forget.
I'll be ready for that time, however; whenever;
And maybe, one day, I'll write a New York Times Bestseller.