It\'s so weird...how are you able to sleep upside down
In a five-dimensional world?
Hot tramp! what do you know about that, huh?
A soft silky cloud won\'t do you justice
I can only go as far as to say
You were devalued as a child;
So many mistakes were given unto you
The world is a fickle place
But your gifts are as solid as a Tuesday afternoon
I wonder if you were beguiled from bewilderment
It is so easy to fall into a predicament
Of any kind, I suppose
For the rabbit hole is from ear to ear
And the easy apple turns blue
Oh what is the riddle of you?
Behold such wicked words so true
My female instincts have run a-rush
And I have gone into anything such as;
Oh what a lovely alien, she is so neat
The flaming hostile of it all!
Trembling in the ages of time
Poetically speaking under false pretenses,
Oh this aging girl has run amok
And all that she carries is gold
Like Alice in Wonderland amidst the leaves
A sleeping beauty has emerged...
No one sees this coming from a mile
The trespassing of one\'s heart,
Let us linger on to better paradises
I am intrigued by the leaves of despair...
Come one, come all
To the final oasis
Let us treasure each other in a box
Do not fret this silly pet...life is effervescent!
After all, what do we have to lose?
I treasure this moment with my sleeping beauty
Hung up in a trance that is new
Such prevalent gifts astonish the world
She lifts from a tree a pretty secret...
And no one knows the vanity of despair
How lucrative the wall can be
Such childhood trauma raises affection
What do you need from the golden one?
And alas, the past carries weight
I can only wonder how sleeping beauty
Is able to rest--
And love and happiness, does it come from a doll?
The nation is far and few, and in between;
Oh what shall we battle from the scene?
Complacent lies are blown to smithereens...
And death\'s secret
Will not bare a soul,
Whose walls the past shall marry?
I can only hope
That sleeping beauty is a-mist
In her own awakening--
Oh fellow loves have died for her
Please don\'t follow her in the dark
For she is an early maven of despair
The weak shall become bleak...
Such baring roses know all
I wonder if the secret lives
And tomorrow is just another day
Will sleeping beauty turn to fallen leaves?