~Alice in Wonderland ~
All Too Serious
I see the world as two children playing,
My left hand and my right hand.
Everyone is going places, leaving, arriving,
With only one foot foreword, one behind.
The teacher and pupil, doctor and patient,
Need each other to find themselves.
The potter molds his own soul into matter,
Because creation is growing limbs out of the creator.
Tips of mountains and ocean floors, there is one way.
Throw away your razors, everywhere is their edge.
The hilarious are me, the tortured are me, all in-between.
Children, don’t take my dream too seriously.
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