Alice Every Day

Somewhere between whom I am
And who I want to be,
Is the woman that I know today as Me.

Her skin is too tight,
A feeling that I know.
It won't be long before I have to go.

Where I am going,
I have no idea.
The one thing I can tell you,
Is it won't be here.

Here was nice , once upon a time.
But the life that was lived here.
Won't be mine.
It belonged to someone,
Who came from some place far.
But now like Alice, I drunk the contents of a jar.

MY head has hit the ceiling
Limbs have burst the walls.
For limits that were placed here
I have grown too tall.

I have searched for the cake.
Its becoming ever clear.
That wherever it is hiding .
It is not here.