Alice told me to drink,
Blood slips from the cut,
Similar to paper it burns;
However, copper tastes deeper.

I see the path you took,
Just as worn as the one before me,
Your dreams are as frequent as sleep;
However, you wake with a chance to live.

Tears fall whether hard or fast,
The race on the beach does not end,
Rose colored glasses do not translate;
However, the roses still glow red.

Your knight is white,
His path shifts predictably,
The challenge is evident;
However, a slip ends with check.

The garden sings of joy,
Flowers fall at my feet,
Rabbit holes are often shallow;
However, the trip is not short.

Fantasy is often a short trip,
Words easily can change the script,
Imagery and symbols are profound,
However, reality often is bitter.