.the sea spitsme back ontothe shore -the waves saythis is not theright tide, theright time
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &still chasing white rabbits,it's no wonder i've neverbeen in love.we're all mad here;no one can find the road toyesterday.(i don't knowwhere to go)let's fall down a hole.(i'm just a chrysaliswith no butterfly wings)off with my head when itcan only imagine nonsense& clockwork hearts.give me a cheshire's smile-i want to knowwhat it feels liketo be in wonderland.
on yearning to be something I'm not.I think in a previous life,I must have been a coyote.An ugly beast with anugly heart, with howlsechoing across ten thousandcanyons."Please, give me the moon;I can no longer stand the heat ofthe sun."This world mocks me.More love for anight alone ina winter's forest thanthe lonesome aching inmy heart, I onlywant to run with thewolves; always.But,I fear,this desert-weary soul ismerely chasing rabbits acrossempty highways. A coyote onlydeserves putrid carrion andnot the thrill of the hunt—I am but asong dog keening into the night forthe fangs of wolves to keep me cold.