Everything irrelevant, got up a different person
trying to climb into someone else’s life, nothing
seems valuable or real, no activity worthwhile in
an alien place, how to win back a sense of reality
Where is the bottle marked “Drink Me”, where is
the cookie marked “Eat Me” so I may change my
mental ambience to fit the unique space which is
mine this morning - walking about like Alice
In my own Wonderland, I find all ways belong to
somebody else, I cannot recite my lines correctly
every word I read or hear drives me further away
from my moorings, I have lost all sense of direction
I wish I could get back to being me, being a stranger
to myself has never been fun - I never manage to
please this unknown one…
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