When Alice went after the white rabbit,
T’was all about fun and glory,
It isn’t exactly a fairy tale though,
When the rabbit hole becomes,
a part of your story.
You stretch and pull yourself
With the “eat me” and “drink me” things,
Posing yourself with or against,
The weights that tug at your will.
The bandersnatch of time, is all that matters,
When your life lays, on a platter.
When it is a race between you
And the red queen, that beats
At the very core of your being.
The times when you discern
That the Jabberwock of pain would burn, but,
It’s the vorpal sword all along,
That was your biggest concern.
So you play the final cards in hand,
With all that you learnt in wonderland,
And vanquish the sorrowful army,
To arrive, victorious,
At the mad hatter’s tea party.
Wabi Sabi 