We didn’t plan

To find Wonderland

But when we did

We hid

Until we looked up

At a cup

Inside a flower


We both got lost

With no cost

Lost in the creatures

Nothing like that reaper

Lost in adventures and turns

Even if we’d get a little burn


We got lost in the sights

The heights

Of amazement


Something new

No need for proof

And the sounds

All bound

To make you smile

For quite awhile



From the sand

To rocket high

In the sky

It’s a beautiful place

With no disgrace

Like no other

Full of life and color

Nothing had a plan


However in Wonderland

Things will take a turn for the worse

It’s truly a curse

The truth is coming

You better start running

Although it might be sad…


We are all… mad


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