By Myself
11-24-09
There was a place and time
And you see it in your reflection
When lost was the way you'd find
Any hope of direction
Like Alice, through the Looking Glass
Scared to rise above
The dreams and the lifetimes past
Unknowing what you're made of
The cast and characters
Too real to be fictional
The ending nowhere happily ever after
Fear of downward spiral
You're just an Alice
Whichever side of the mirror you land on
Each side reflects the other twice
The journey only just begun
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Like Alice
Posted by Kate at 8:53 PM
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