consider this

I can't be your savior now,
for failing you I hate myself.
The only thing I have to offer
is an empty hand.
I blame myself for breaking down
and letting my mind fill with doubt.
There is no such thing as
misery in wonderland.

Consider this:
Lost religion is piling on top of hope.
We all see it tipping over
but living a lie is easier than to cope.
Right?
What if we are not we?
My reflection has made mistakes
that I have not.
She sees me and I say "we are we"
but she shows me her life
and it is not mine.
Denial is most prevalent when
smiling in the mirror.

I am superglued together,
bursting at my seams.
I keep sewing the holes
but still my insides leak.
And if love is a war
we are all veterans.
We are broken and sore,
but love is our medicine..
How?
How can that be?

There is no such thing
as misery in wonderland.

Are we, we?

It seems mortality is an option we have now;
tossed between hands, held behind a back.
Two fists with two alternative endings.
Luck of the draw, you call heads
in hopes of seeing Licolns face.
In one hand you have life;
disease, poverty, wars, crime.
A grim chance of survival
past your expiration date.
In the other hand you have nothing;
a free world of possibilities to explore
and wander, a whole life of luck
and love, success and fuffilled dreams.
Good luck picking the right hand, child.

This is your world, your dimension, your story.
You rule it, live it, tell it
under muttered breath as the stars watch you.
This is our option, a choice we have.
We always end up picking the wrong one,
no matter who you are.
Naive children, infants, starry eyed
and overwhelmed. We always pick the wrong hand.

I broke free of my shell and emerged into your world,

thrown into your rampant chaos without warning or advice.

Two fits were held before me, and, trying to control

my movements and figure out how this world works,

my tiny little finger chose a hand.

Which one is it? Mortality or regular, human life?

I don't know. I'm too young perhaps,

or perhaps I am overlooking a major component

of this fate game.

I think too much.