Just Like Alice
Sitting in the bathroom
Heaving and crying,
Gasping for air
But you feel like there is no air to breathe
Because you are being swallowed by an ocean of tears
Falling from your eyes
Just like Alice,
Crying as tears fill the room
You seem just like her
Well you might as well be..
You feel as lost as her
In this world of things
That are so unexplainable
But yet to everyone else
Things seem so easy
As you sit there
With these thoughts running through your mind
They seem to always be on the go
Just like the White Rabbit
Not wanting to be late
But they always seem to be
But these thoughts tend come later
Not during the moment
Always after
Always running late...
~October, 3 2017~
Copyright © Pailey Gordon | Year Posted 2017
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