I remember the years of Alice. Following her down the rabbit hole. Chasing his cotton-wool tail. I never quite understood why we were always running – always late. It left me quite at sea. No life-boat in the madness. A Wonderland that started as a game but overtook my thoughts.
Now, I step outside of the (mis) adventure. I am happy in my world. On bright days it unfolds in the only way it can. On darker days I know that I will once again see the tree outside – that there is always something to anchor myself upon. Lead me forward.
Mad March Hare busies
Leading me through time
I look forward to April
JAE ROSE 
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