She stands, arms folded, eyebrow raised,
my future in the air between us.
That fork in the road, My Question the
sign post.
It feels like I have so much to lose yet
as a whole, they are but trappings
of a life I
didn't want so much as fell into,
one choice after another,
Alice falling down and down...
And my Cheshire cat with that grin
all the while leading me on.
Wonderland is a high school play,
a mere prelude
for after the curtain call.
I guess, then,
that answers that.
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