Which Way Alice

which way do we turn
when do we learn
there’s no right way
 
I pray, implore
There are stores of stars
unborn
forlorned unseen
clean the mud invisible
On lenses given
Lenses sprayed, a territory marked
parade
I laid down for you
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
I sway unsure
Of my own advice
I crawl in the energy of invisible lice
Mice which steal my breadcrumbs
I am numb to a norm
Irritated i need sedating
Contemplating greener feilds
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
It’s really ok
To not be ok
I promise I say
On my words tied to tectonic lines
Waiting to explode
Tone your selfish wish
Down, round the bend
I send a mending stick
A listening trick to soothe
Powers- imprisoned
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
I Lay exposed
To your force
Your control
Should i roll
Stroll into the forbidden forest
To escape the aim of bulets
wallets empty
I am plenty enough
Enough enough
The beliefs above
Freeing ties that trap
The sea
Yet she is free to wash your secrets
onto lands of hands to find
and remind the blind to believe
See
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
I fray
At these build seams
From where
I try to bleed
As i falll apart
Lost to the once was
I fall out
And its messy
Could you care to hold the space
Or will i turn away
and trust a tree
instead
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
I say
the words beyond the fall
In ripples they do their all
called me
Sun-burnt and frosting
I’m feeling this all
God bless the fool
Innocent a tool
too cool for school
He is skipping
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
when night turns to day
I smile
cause you played with my mind
my body it flayed
was made into your loop
to pour soup for the plenty
But you don’t pay me
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
 
So many times i have misplaced
Innocence
Second chance
Unconditional
Built my picture painted traumas
No matter where
Out of my fingertips
Beyond the darkness
I was a miss to each new list
That birthed rulers
chanced
Enchant the words to set free
The dream of familie
Of trees
Without graveyards
Cards turned and told
The making of a sculptor- to hold
The skin that moves me
 
Which way do we turn
When do we learn
There’s no right way
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