Through the looking glass,
Alice struggles with the signs that are all too blur
The Cheshire Cat grins ear to ear
And yet one can get too caught up in her curiosity
in the Mad Hatter's Happy Un-birthday Tea Parties.
On the opposite side of the looking glass.
The white rabbit rushes for time
Leaving Alice more lost than ever behind
Deeming her as someone of no importance
Subjecting the seeker to defenselessness.
Stepping through the looking glass,
The white roses of the castle grounds seemed soft to the touch
but the Queen of Hearts would allow no things as such
The heat of forbindency, subject to scrutiny
One just wonders whether tomorrow is to be or not to be.