Lewis Carroll
- Anna Biani
- Jul 29, 2016
- 1 min read
Which way should I go, asked Alice.
Which way do you want to go, asked Cheshire.
I don’t know.
Then, it doesn’t matter, does it?
It was always there…
Dark and bright.
Black and white.
How did I miss the other tree?
And, why is HE the trustee?
Why do you even care?
Just decide what you want to wear.
Dark or bright.
Black or white.
Is that why I love stripes?
Why stick to stereotypes?
My right is your left.
My left is your right.
Nobody’s bereft.
Enjoy your own flight.
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