Alice Who

I tripped on a thought, was it good or bad? I don't know, but I started falling through the floor. I fell past the tricking of regret in a half open door, the ground had waved with the sarcastic evil grin and so began my descent into "Somewhere Within."

I landed in a field made of maybes and mist, were logic took tea with a slap on the wrist.

Now they're still a large tree with clocks in its hair, who whispered, "Times rude and it won't play fair."

Next came a girl with a mirror for a face, reflecting my doubts in my delicate lace.

"I'm Truth," she said with a smile and a smirk,"I'm lovely and awful, but I always work."

A jugular juggled planets and fear in the air, dropping the past without even a care."Im Change," he bowed, with a wink in his eye, droplet and carry, or forget to fly.

Then a beast made of books, with wings like a crow said, "I'm Memory, careful how much you know."

He offered me pages that shivered and screamed. So I talked them away where my heart had dreamed. A cat with stars in his fur, spoke with smoke in his purr, that could barely be heard, and mysterious as occur. "You are the riddle, the question, and the key... For there is no escape from becoming thee."

So I wandered awake in a world made of thought, we're each crooked step was a lesson most hot. And though I'm not sure where the exit might be, I've learned I'm the one who holds the right key.