Perhaps my mind is better
off left in this bizarre dimension
though nothing makes sense
even to me.
So I will gladly, with the purple cat
and his cunning grin, laugh
with a
Ha ha Ha ha Ha
Or have a cup of tea with my friend
Mad Hatter. But, shhhhhhhhh
La La La La La
Don't tell him that
it is not his tea what
I desire on my virgin lips.
Even the shade of the
painted roses, cannot
compare to my telltale blush.
But once awake, I look around
to the world I despise.
Desperately searching for
my white rabbit
with his ticking clock
To no avail, here I sit
wishing for the key to my escape
to my Wo