riddle me this,
and ill riddle you that
becaue all thas left is the thought of life
what, why and, because
the only stories left
are those that are un wret
tales of love
tales of hope
things that are lost
things that are won
all of the above will prove
that everythign in life you must persue.
even in the fary tales
theres some truth
to be unveiled
but you better keep your eyes peeled.
the cat who grins wont tell a lie
but the hatter whos mad might be more sly
than you could have ever imagined from the poor little hare
who was constantly making traps to easly snare,
the dutchess whos baby turned into a pig
who alice had earlyer mistaken for a fig
which life has stories
that prove these to be true
although we wouldn't think of a such a thing
me and you
then thus the croquet the queen had origonally set up
had once again been all messed up
then got mad at the duchess for boxing her ears
and put her in jail for what some might call years
although seemingly onlya few days,
many might also say.
that in the court, the queen is insaine
but if you want to keep your head
youll act to be mislead.
alice comes, and speaks the truth
but the late rabbit said she broke his roof
there are many sides to this devious tale
to many people even those as shallow as a pail.
even though it may not seem like much
look through the lines
and under the dust.
all is not what it seems
theres hidden stories, lines and such
that one with only the will and trust
can confinde in others, to see it through..
to the end of the story.. to see its just the troubles of life
between me and you and the rest of the world
who are to plain to see,
whats right in front in plain eye sight, where we can all be free
our imaginations take flight
and the life of you and me, is the story i write, about our journey
through life and death the seeming truths
the lying dust
lies my wonderland of trust