Having to choose ultimately means having to loose.
Repeating this path responsible for making me so confused.
In my Wonderland, there is
no White Rabbit for me to chase.
I can't find a single sign
of the Cheshire Cat and his invaluable advice about this place.
One path will take me to the Mad Hatter and the March Hare,
both of whom's insanity I do not wish to share.
The other will lead to the Queen of Hearts and her pretense  of being kind
when she really means to decapitate me from my own mind.
I've been
lost to the lasting love of my imagination
realizing now that I'm stuck
in the result of the world's deprecation.
When will I wake in a blooming flower bed?
When will I escape this entrapment of my sickening head?