WonderlandSo longShe fallsThat sheRecallsThe center of the earth.A door,A key,Some cake,Some tea,Reveals a land of mirth.Flowersthey talk,Dodosthey walk,In craz Wonderland.Everyone's mad,A cathow sad,Tells to Alice andA hare,A man,They sit,And canThink only of their tea.Says Alice,"I hateThis world,This place,I must find a way to get free."The queen,She calls,"Her headMust fall."Why are the roses not red?A game,A trick,Now AliceIs tickedAnd wishes for her bed.But it's onlyA dream,Yet to AliceIt seemsThat this Wonderland truly exists.A crazy thing,Yes,So dear Ali
DreamsI close my eyesDisguiseThe world in a realmOf InterpriseDistance and dreams.Here I fly,Take to the skyOn invisible wings andI tryTo discover my own treasures.And then I cryAt the demiseOf my own control overThe liesPlaced within these pleasures.So I open my eyesAnd realiseThat the realities IFantisizedWere dreams.
I need to make one