Alice, sweet poor Alice alone on your throne in your palace you drank from that chalice? and you shrank... toward the floor Nobody can see you anymore you fell through the cracks will you ever get back? Now though, that you are so small The world does not seem so big at all Miss Alice, who possibly could save you from this dark cave you've thrown yourself down the black drinking up light and you choke or you drown Who might ever find you? and may I remind you, young Alice This world's blinded to anyone smaller, and each man is taller than all the other men around ...it doesn't seem as if you'll be found How is it there Underland heart keeps time like thunder and lightning up your veins, a flood of blood, and raining light illuminates and erases the pain Everything thats underhand you reach out to grasp all the spaces between the s p a c e s Occupying (or not) the places you thought to be real Its hard to feel when you are gone the world is not Alice, could you come back if you missed earth a lot? its become habit chasing the rabbit falling more off track do you want to be found? or to find your way back? Are you still in the ground, fallen between the cracks? in the particles of light lost in the black shake break take a bite, make it alright Swallow this, A l i c e . . . . take three or four or more and get back to me One makes you tall, the next again small, the third, you'll fall if after you're lucky you'll be able to crawl Do you want to be found? Fight tooth-and-nail to stay around? it doesnt seem to matter what amount because nobody else is keeping count