Alice hides alone in a dark hole
Because in life
Alice must play a certain role.
On the verge of insanity
Alice swings
Like a bird with no wings.
There is no evil queen
And no helping friends
No smirking cat or a hatter which makes amends
There is no strange world and no tea party too
There is just a dark hole and her feelings,
Which are askew.
Alice tells fairytales to hide from reality
She’s just trying to delay the calamity
But it will come
She must leave her hole
She must continue with her role
Because Alice is Alice
It’s just what she does
It doesn’t really matter if it all really was
It’s just a role after all,
She’ll be alright: she can handle a fall.
But she still hides
Deep under the ground
Not making a sound
Inventing tales of things that never were
For my Alice,
I don’t think there is a cure.
