Is this real
Or a dream?

Are things what they are
Or not what they seem?

How did I
Get here?

To a place
Built with such fear?

What is my purpose,
My path?

And why is it so hard
To do the math?

Right now it feels
Nothing other than a maze

Although people say
It’s just a phase

They don’t understand
But neither do I

What’s going on
Why the river’s run dry

Things grow, change
And shrink

Here, I have to be careful
Not to blink

Is there a way
Out of this rabbit hole

Will I ever start or stop
To grow?

Everything is
So strange and new

In this world
As well as in Wonderland too