Alice in Me

with thousand eyes the loneliness is twice worse and it’s true,
Cheshire is looking for lightness and with this he is utterly busy
and Alice in me is forever rushing somewhere feeling dizzy,
it is all the same who of sisters will own the banner, too
victories come together with misfortune and grief…
victims bring fright for it’s not just a game, it’s the war…
Alice in me knows that a soldier if war must believe
and be devoted like a duck to the pellet, what’s more…
someone’s ambitions are like dribble in a handkerchief…
only plebeians will hurry and make their faces this dry…
but Alice in me will just spit in mischief
or – if she still loves – will leave all her keys as a try…
she won’t forget, she can love only once…
but then she will see that the chosen one is so shallow…
and she’ll realize how tangled is the path that she followed…
there are even no traces for they are covered and not quite by chance…
but what’s there round the corner – miracles, maybe?
and what are they doing – just happening, baby,
Cheshire wiped off his eye-glass and happily smiled,
Watching as Alice returned right in me for a while…