Perfect little Wonderland.
Perfect little Wonderland.
As Slumber gently strokes the mind,
Withholding confirmed truth --
The satin Sheets caress the soul;
Creating finest mood:
For Pillow leads life of its own,
Its whispers soft and smooth.
Now Lullaby raises his voice --
Cacophony of sounds;
As Chaos swirls around my head,
Allowing me to doubt:
The end is nigh; it mumbles smooth,
Promising words to flaunt.
As Mattress lays me down to rest,
The sounds now seem to bend;
For harsher noise transforms to white;
Mind takes its final stand:
The warm embrace of Blanket’s touch --
Pull me to Wonderland.
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