“I often wonder, Did I force Alice down the Rabbit Hole? Or did I inspire her to do so? Am I, The Dream, Or the Dreamer? Am I Alice? Or am I even now, The Rabbit Hole. I have known the grinning cat, Seen him in others, Within my mirror. I have been the Rabbit, Rushing headlong, frantic, Towards something mundane, Even while something sacred, Sit's beside me. I have seen, been, The wearer of many hats, Dispensing Wisdom, with slivers of madness. I am the Red Queen, Taking heads, hearts, souls, To fill a void, An emptiness, That haunts me. Alice always returns, Made stronger, more, For the doing. Am I insane? Or is this, Perfect clarity? Am I the Dream, Or the Dreamer? Surely, When I must, I find the answer, I am both.”
