Wonderland

Butterflies don't stay
in one place for long,
they don't flutter like
pages in the wind so 
much as they run

The beauty of us
is that nothing makes sense;
It's everything all at once,
happens like chains 
of magic
 
I am not what I am 
in Wonderland

Working from memories
painted candy-coated pink;
What holds us together
ties you to me

Every card in the deck
Odds never stacked in our favor
We're not done growing yet
Keep your life and lose your head

I am not what I am 
in Wonderland

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