wonderland

two plus two should equal four
but not in this world
where the ceiling’s on the floor
and the windows are the doors
i feel like Alice
curiosity
compelling me forward
making friends
exploring
parts yet unknown and unearthed
a willingness to keep searching
even when the truth hurts
so my head’s in the clouds
and i’m not coming down
with two feet on the ground
it’s impossible to dream loud

an untamed time and place
running long on imagination
the melting pot of grace
a door that goes two ways
energy
holding steady
enveloping
strict rules
my friends and i
leave behind
in hopes of ingenuity
inspiration thrives
driving us to new heights
though reality scrutinizes
it’s way more fun to fantasize