Lost
Once upon a time
I
I was hungry and so I ate
Ate something that wasn't mine or maybe it was
I can't quite remember, you see I fell
Into the midst of something that wasn't quite a reality.
A good trip into the garden.
The name is Alice.
After the fall I developed quite a broad perspective on life.
Colors colors everywhere
Here and there, here and there
They come and go, they come and g o
"Get to the point", they say
There is none.
*(drops mic and exits room)*
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