In your world of candy and cotton wool,
I will pour out confessions that I am your fool.
With rivers of milk and lands of honey,
I dance in the the regal whirlwind it is to me.
As if a treacherous act of treason,
I forsake all reality, time and reason.
It's nights capped with spice and days made of dreams
that eternally imprisons me it seems.
"Just one more waltz," you will insist again,
"step on this rollercoaster with a treasured friend.
I cannot decline through my mind's pacing,
this funfair romance is far too captivating.
And as sugar and waste runs through my veins,
I have forgotten the reality of pain.
Back on earth, where good people hurt and die,
they stop, turn and wonder, but where on earth am I?
Truth be told, I live in a fantasy,
like an angry teen, I am somewhere inbetween,
where the water tastes of sweet magic-ade
and life is the Mardi Gras, marching grand parade.
Perhaps now that the clock slows it's tick-tock,
my life in your world will eventually stop.
Stop, dear, where I may rest my tired hands
and liberate from the bliss of your wonderland.
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Submission Name: In Your Wonderland
