Wonderland

I stumbled down my own rabbit hole,

But reality is my Wonderland.

Like my brain resides on another planet,

but my body exists in a mad tea party.

Shifting seats like musical chairs

and solving riddles

desperately trying

to make sense of a strange world.

I can talk with the flowers,

and banter with caterpillars

yet lose my voice

near other humans.

I’m painting roses red

with the three of hearts

because the white petals bother our eyes.

I’ll fall over my own feet

whilst playing croquet with the queen

and she’ll scream

OFF WITH HER HEAD

but people say I lost my mind long ago,

so I laughed as I told her so.

I went on my way

I was late for tea with the mad hatter again.