Wonderland

Sometimes being like Alice doesn’t seem half bad.
I could go and drown in my own depression,
Drink half my life away until I just walk away
And walk until I fall down a rabbit hole.
Then just disappear forever.

I could have a tea party in Wonderland,
Make friends with the Mad Hatter,
Who’s been alone long enough to go mad;
I could chase the rabbit around the world,
And meet with the Queen of Hearts again.

But being Alice has it’s downsides, I suppose.
Take a potion: go big, small, purple, green,
And everything else in-between.
But for once in my life, I’ve got to learn
That a trip to Wonderland can’t fix everything.

Because once upon a time, I fell in love,
Deeper than anything that I’ve ever felt
And Wonderland can’t fix broken hearts because
I’ll eventually wake up and have to live
A life without the hope that you’d love me back.

There isn’t any potion to make the pain go away
Or to dry the tears on my cheeks,
Or make me feel warm at night.
And I doubt that a Queen of Hearts would try
And sew the pieces of a broken heart back together again.

Falling down the rabbit hole; is like falling in love;
It has its own set of ups and downs and endless rules,
But most of all, it involves joy and unforgettable misery.
And if Alice can survive Wonderland, who’s the say
That I can’t do the same, a fairy tale with a happy ending.

But unlike Alice, always so cheerful, so optimistic,
Pessimism is like a drug that I just need, day after day,
And sometimes the only thing that can save me
From falling down the rabbit hole again, is closure,
A form of closure, to know that everything will be alright.

Written March 16 2005.