Welcome To My Wonderland, Where My Mind Has The Upper Hand

I’m stuck in a place with words, thoughts, and rhymes
No place of direction and no sense of time
A giant metaphor hanging over my head
A sacred story that has never been read

Welcome to my wonderland, where my mind has the upper hand

Like the grass continues to grow, the ideas are on overflow
A corner of satire, comedy, and laughs
Battling a field of sadness, betrayal and burnt grass
The pen can’t decide and the pencil can’t write
The computer was on sleep mode all last night

Welcome to my wonderland, where my mind has the upper hand

The words race around like spokes on a bike
Choose the right ones to make the ingredients right
Procrastinate today and put it off again tomorrow
The thoughts are always there ready to be borrowed

Welcome to my wonderland, where my mind has the upper hand

Every person has a story and every object has a tale
An endless staircase, but I can always grasp the rail
Writing with the sun, and typing with the moon
Writer’s block can happen, but it won’t seal my tomb

Welcome to my wonderland, where my mind has the upper hand