I see myself in the mirror.

Staring coldly back at me.

A scared forgotten ghost.

Is that who I'm supposed to be?

I touch the cold glass surface.

Is it me who's pushing back?

Keeping me trapped outside.

Maybe it's some magic that I lack.

A part of me still wonders.

If there is something past the glass.

The world promised in old stories.

Of white rabbits with regal class.

Perhaps I'm only dreaming.

Of a world with queens of hearts.

Of cats and madmen giggles,

In a universe apart.

Beyond my own reflection.

I know this to be true.

Lies a world filled with wonder.

That I'd like to share with you.

Lets chase that Mr. rabbit.

Through twisted branches and holes.

Let's satisfy curiosity.

That lingers in our souls.