I get lost in a wonderland of hidden desires and nightmares. I don't want to be like Alice, I don't want to wake up.

Reality is what I hide from. In the world of struggling and failing, I can't seem to get the rules of the game.

But as I get older and my wonderland slowly vanishes from sight without being able to stop it, I float on the boundaries of fantasy and world reality.

There's nothing I can see in this place, I can't seem to grasp what 'the world' is. I'm shaking, down to the bone, weakly-pathetically shaking, bound an dblindfolded.

I can't, I don't, I don't know. I don't know anything!