Lost

Once upon a time

I

I was hungry and so I ate

Ate something that wasn't mine or maybe it was

I can't quite remember,  you see I fell

Into the midst of something that wasn't quite a reality.

A good trip into the garden.

 

The name is Alice.

After the fall I developed quite a broad perspective on life.

Colors colors everywhere

Here and there, here and there

They come and go, they come and g o

 

"Get to the point", they say

There is none.

 

*(drops mic and exits room)*

CL

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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