No Mans Land

This is a poem I had written years ago in my early teenage years, I stumbled on it when I was tripping down memory lane earlier today.

I have found another place

where i can finally find

some peace of mind.

Its a little space in between

everything that is real

and all my dreams...

I had a little peak into Alice's looking glass

something i agree,

I probably should have never done.

Mr. Caterpillar and the Walrus

never looked so damn pleased

to see me,

as they blew O s

made by their 'happy' pipes.

Then some great mythological creature

(which?) I can't really tell...

told me he had a flower for me

but it died on his way to see me.

"That's OK," I said...

where it fell, grew another much prettier one.

Music notes passing by-

carried by the man himself,

the one we wept for

on the day of his death.

-- Back in the real world,

they try to ask u questions by televising an unsuccessful seance.

*Oh they'll never really understand, that u never left us.

Cornflake girls dancing in the distance

around a melody sung by their bonfire

and those fairies with no wings

smile dreamily as they fly

on another level of spirituality.

I'll never forget what i saw

the day i looked through the glass

into No mAnS LAnD