Alice

Her hands digging into the Earth
Free falling, curious little thing
With her innocent Cheshire-cat grins
And her black bow in blond hair

What a labyrinth of cards with fake faces
Painted with people she'll never meet
Fat queens ruling old lands, minions and domains
Children never grasp the concept of boundaries

Oh, baby eyes covered in blue,
Just a touch of immortality
She's running through forests with no paths
and meeting flowers that are beautifully grotesque

Hitting a mad tea party here or there
Some just get lost in translation
But she feels to big for the houses
and a little to small for the world

Alice doesn't really know which way is up anymore
Then again, who does?