In... Wonderland

Apple

Clouds delicately fiddle between fluff and fog;
As patience wares thin; no longer long.
In the Garden of Eden the original sin was committed;
But, what was the next sin that this earth had to deal with?
We all have our angels and demons on each shoulder;
I'm certain they grow weaker as we grow older.
But, when I feel impulsive and ready for a fight;
If I see an apple you damn well know I'll take a bite.

I've read whodunnit mysteries all of my life;
And, without fail, I always unravel the mystery, just right.
I wonder if that is because I am intuitive;
Or maybe I'm far too tight-knitted.
I want to burn the pages of my memoirs;
And as I inhale the ashes and the embers;
I want to evolve into an autobiography;
Something written by me, for me.

Clouds delicately fiddle between fluff and fog;
As patience wares thin; no longer long.
In the Garden of Eden the original sin was committed;
But, what was the next sin that this earth had to deal with?
We all have our angels and demons on each shoulder;
I'm certain they grow weaker as we grow older.
But, when I feel impulsive and ready for a fight;
If I see an apple you damn well know I'll take a bite.

I have a friend named Alice and I don't know where she is;
Like a ghost; a mystery surrounds her disappearance.
I've heard whispers, rumors that she fell down a rabbit hole near my apple tree;
How gullible must everyone be?
Or, maybe, like an unspoken plot twist;
Am I the one to go unnoticed?
Alice, Alice, if you're reading my poetry,
Please tell me where you are, find your way back to me.

Clouds delicately fiddle between fluff and fog;
As patience wares thin; no longer long.
In the Garden of Eden the original sin was committed;
But, what was the next sin that this earth had to deal with?
We all have our angels and demons on each shoulder;
I'm certain they grow weaker as we grow older.
But, when I feel impulsive and ready for a fight;
If I see an apple you damn well know I'll take a bite.