S.j. Tucker Cheshire Kitten (we're All Mad Here)
I grew up seeing things a little differently, appearing, disappearing, hardly innocent, nor tied down to the ground. I learned to roll and tumble with the punches, glory in my stripes and spots walk by invisible and never make a sound
But heavy is the crown that's always hidden tender is the heart you never see hard and fast shines the grin that we flash, but there's a vulnerable stripe or two on me. Maybe any place outside of Wonderland is not for me, my friend.
If I leave my grin behind, remind me that we're all mad here and it's okay. Sun up, sun down the shadows hide me down in Wonderland, Wonderland, nobody knows the way, but if you find it in your dreams, you can find it at your dayjob somewhere south of Hell Take the path to left or right with just your gut to guide you the story is not for anyone else to tell. Go down the rabbit hole and out the other side you can't go home in the middle of the magic carpet ride you gotta greet the sun before his lovely daughter moon you can't forsake the journey for the safety of your room until you learn your lesson well.
I have learned to see and hear everybody loud and clear but the truth comes out in riddles that are safe enough to share that's how it is in songs, you see, and stripes always look good on me whether or not I'm really there (smile hangs in the air) But heavy is the burden of the wise ones when no one understands a word they say the Jabberwock never bothered anyone, but nobody believes him to this day and why should they?
If I leave my grin behind, remind me we're all mad here and it's ok. Sun up, sun down the shadows find me out in Wonderland, Wonderland, nobody knows the way but if you find it in your dreams, you can find it at your dayjob somewhere south of Hell Take the path to left or right with just your gut to guide you the story's not for anyone else to tell. You gotta go down the rabbit hole and out the other side you can't go home in the middle of the magic carpet ride you gotta greet the sun before his lovely daughter moon you can't forsake the journey for the safety of your room until you learn your lesson well.
Is it the stripes or the spots you see? Was it hearts or diamonds, baby, led you here to me? Darling, you know better than to trust a pack of cards! What have we learned, the world is never as mad as it could be.
If I leave my grin behind, remind me we're all mad here and it's ok!
