And what if we all were mad hatters who spoke in riddles
Captivating audiences with our wild antics
Like circus clowns but with less restraint
How would we survive without the will to live?

For who could stay in that copious environment
Fighting for sanity only to be pushed back underground and soaked in lunacy
Till madness prevailed and white lines led us towards a rabbits trail

What if we are all monsters who have yet to discover true travesty
Not yet tired of our word wars and gun battles
I can’t say for certain but I think we’re all going to die
Because it’s only a matter of time before the past catches up and the truth sets the insanity free

We will once again be what we were meant to be
Mad hatters drinking and sitting down for tea

Can you not believe how much time was wasted waiting for the unknown?
While we could have been out there watching the moon
Observing the light shine down and then hide within the night
Mad hatters indeed we are lunatics escaped from that box called sanity

"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad." "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be, said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

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A/N- I really like this poem which is so surprising because i have never really written anything like it. I guess it must be time for a change. i hope you all enjoyed it and if not don't be afraid to leave a review telling me why. I enjoy helpful criticism as opposed to outright flames because it helps me grow. But as always, I'll take them both. Thank you.