Tracing along the lines
has never been my intention
Hiding amongst mirrors
so I can not be found
finally you think you reach the bottom
it's your very own reflection
I smoke my cigar alone
another drowning
another chapter written.
The game of the Cheshire cat
where no one knows Alice
the glass has been broken
she can't find the words to write
twisted inside the maze she finds
that was once on the out side
some one has broken in .
The cat begins to lose faith
It's the great robbery I say
the greatest in history.
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