NaPoWriMo – 9/30

The mother tongue inside my head
was made in an English hamlet
she a built a world, on words she read
and followed the white rabbit.
She never knew who she was
although she knew her name was Alice
but she kept on going without pause
and took her place in Hatters palace.
She drank tea with a squeaky mouse
and spoke riddles with a Cheshire
she grew to big for her house
and loved the people that met her.
The mother tongue inside my head
is a lot like little Alice
she listens to every words that's said
high in her urban terrace.

Live the Journey

Originally posted for 365 Days of Creating Charlie:

Dwelling inside is my inner Alice

perplexed by the choices she has to make

the Cheshire cat, his words mean no malice

but enigmatic words are hard to take.

If the destination is unknowing

than the direction doesn’t matter

when the moments in between are flowing

that is when your road begins to scatter.

So, take a jump down the white rabbits hole

stop for tea with the Hatter and the Hare

scribble and sketch all over your life scroll

for life is outside society’s square.

To be here – is the greatest game you’ll play

another decision, take it your way.