Alice lives in a room with no windows and doors
safe from her dreams, she can't think anymore
too caught up with pages and decisions bred
too unremarkable to know where to lay her head
anywhere she chooses
anywhere she falls
eyes closed upon the morrow
eyes closed forevermore
Alice hides her face from all the swirling motes
safe inside her own life
Alice dreams no more
The Hatter plays the game
with the smoothness of a king
all believing he is foolish
he is nothing what he seems
he turns his gaze on Alice, there locked up in her womb
he toys with her affection
he steals a kiss and
soon
Alice peers at starshine, there between the cracks
Alice feels a stirring, and pushes something back
pushes with a strength no one thought she had
except for the Hatter
who knew down in his heart
that Alice was his truth, light-keeper of the dark
sent to tame his madness, sent to still his tears
Alice and the Hatter--forever in the mirror
stashing all tomorrows, with dreams as old as time
tending their own madness
coloring outside the lines
