If I bare my soul, will you listen or reject my two cents? 
Will you hang on to every word I say or take them for nonsense? 

Am I a complete fool to share the secrets I’ve only told the moon? 
What’s in it for me to give you the power to know me better than I do? 

I’ve not gone mad yet, but if that’s what it takes,
then I’ll lose my sanity in these scripts ten times over until you hear what I have to say.

Navigating this strange world—I haven’t quite figured out how.
If my words are to be preserved for posterity, tell me, do they mean something to you now?

Who I am today or what I could become, I may never know. 
They say my curious mind renders me naive, still, down the rabbit hole I must go. 

If this fall is to ever end,
will I find the answers I seek, in Wonderland? 

And if I look at the world through Alice’s eyes, 
will I too in the end, stop dreaming and open mine?