Nobody calls my name in the dark anymore
And no one goes into the labyrinth to pull me out
I've been everywhere and seen it all
So nobody trusts my judgment anymore
It's not as if I've disappeared like the Cheshire
I give notice when I leave
But maybe I've taken my leave too often
And no one trusts a Mad Hatter
When he has lunched with the March Hare
Instead of doing what he's told
Or maybe it falls to blame
That I've created my own Wonderland
And in doing so left out any who would help me
So may I rely on the mome raths
To call my name in the dark?
Or shall I wait for the Jabberwocky
To come into the labyrinth to pull me out?
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The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
