"Through My Looking Glass"
Fluid, thought provoking reflection ...
Introspection?
Truth lies in imperfection?
Two sides to every truth.
Two sides there are to this mirror.
Looking glass, show me what truly matters.
Save me from a life torn in tatters.
If the mirror is fluid it won't really shatter?
Take a stand ! On which side are you?
Do you believe in Wonderland ...
Do you ... do you do?
Close your eyes, make a wish and cross over:
A much more gainful game is there moreover.
Follow the white rabbit.
It's a course of habit;
He'll show you the way.
Silly truths from days of innocent youth
Are in need of new equations for their proof:
Long hidden secrets revealing their truth.
Too much to bear?
Just release your care ...
Time for a tea party in company of
Mad Hatter and the March Hare.
Truth be told, they have much more fun in 'there.'
Smoke the pipe of the wise caterpillar
That'll rattle your brain!
Get back up on your feet again.
Set you on path to figuring out just who you are ...
Sadly there'll be no silly wishing upon a falling star.
Truth is allusion, spewing confusion,
And illusion is truth.
If you don't like what you see,
Then take Cheshire cat's lead and
Apparate a new spoof.
Feeling insignificant? Ever so small?
Want to be up to the ceiling tall?
Nibble some psychedelic mushroom
And watch yourself bloom ...
Big enough to fill up the entire room.
Nibble right to grow up, Up and UP ...
Nibble left to change it up,
Back to earth you'll swiftly fall.
Everything is backwards in Wonderland
Thinking logically: it's impossible to understand.
Just take it on faith, let go your wraith
And watch the white knight mount his steed,
Riding backwards, speaking the same, into
Yesterday's forlorn sunset.
Everything you have need of lies within
Your seemingly simple hand.
Find your inner strength; Best your courage!
Take on the Bloody Big-Headed Red Queen
And her champion the Jabberwocky.
Check and mate, time at last to meet your fate.
For you see, it's never too late ...
Vorpel sword in hand,
Step forth with gesture grand
And slay the forked-tongued beast.
Vorpel sword brandished: Red Queen is jubilantly banished.
Crown returned to rightful head, White Queen sits in place instead.
Mirrored-world is freed from dread; they'll be no more "Off with their heads!"
Before you leave: Roll up your sleeve,
Remember what had been written there and
Take heed of what the dormouse said: Don't forget to "Feed your head."
Close your eyes, make a wish and cross over:
A much more gainful game is there moreover.
Freed at last, captive no more,
You are ready to sail for distant shore.
Chrysalis completed,
Destiny meeted,
Spread your wings and fly, Fly, FLY!
Freed at last, no more need of 'how' or 'why'.
Feet once bound unto earth now touch sky.
Farewell my mirrored-world of Wonderland ...
I think, at last, I finally understand.
Until we meet again ...
Fluid, thought provoking reflection ...
Introspection?
Truth lies in imperfection?
Two sides to every truth.
Two sides there are to this mirror.
@Copyrighted Poem, July 2011. All Rights Reserved: Isabelle Black Smith.
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