I want to escape,
To explore discoveries that haven’t even been thought of yet.
To question every particular thing that comes my way:
The dew rolling of the psychedelic roses.
The sea of tears that I’ve cried myself.
The very core of my identity.
I want to hide from the very thought of reality.
To fall,
Down
Down
Down,
Deep down,
Farther
Farther
Farther away from even the resemblance of logic.
I want to get directions
From a bong-addictive caterpillar.
To dance on flying teacups
With a hysterical lunatic wearing an over-sized hat.
To follow screaming white rabbits wherever it Goes, with ease, without direction.
I want to gently float away
From sense on a boat of unstoppable imagination.
To be just like Alice.