Following Alice...

I moved forward...
Into?
Never am to sure.

Like Alice in a wonderland, I move.
Chasing my own white rabbit...

Knee deep in the mud that slows the movement.
And only hearing the voices of the Mad Hatter and his friends.
I dance once more...

Then there is silence...

Awake? Or dreaming once again...
Never can be to sure of that.
Like cats in windows, there and gone...

Knowing the Queen of hearts may come.
Not sure if to run or play, I move backwards.
While the cat's smile dances in the shadows...

I never have been one for visions.
Or dreams of color and or light.
But chasing rabbits and fighting Queens is now a way of life.

Drink me...