Deep in slumber I fall… Down Alice’s rabbit hole Thru the looking glass I’ve taken a potion or two To get thru the day Now the mirror is shattered Seven years of bad luck and a thousand reflections greet me  Now that I’m here in this Wonderland  I run through the mist Running, each night Running.  I never find what I long for That comfort I seem to crave  The curling fog of Wonderland  Swirls round the dancing grave  I take another potion  To make the climb back out  The rabbit hole behind the iron gate  Lovely marble stones abound  … Continue reading Running in Wonderland