sliding down the rabbit hole

but your tinfoil dreams are fading

aren't they?

Like your star bright hair is dating

(turning grey like smiles are

up-side-down)

And now you're pleading for someone

to come along so gracefully,

sweep you off your ballerina-

practice-makes-me-oh-so-perfect

shoes,

and bid a sweet farewell

to the demon tick-

ing clocks and fly away

to a glitter collage technicolor

galaxy of

candy insanity (and

ribbons).