I’m not the prince who will ride up to your glass coffin
And wake you from a magical death
With one timeless fairy tale kiss
On a horse as fair as your skin
Because I don’t have a horse
But if I did I’m sure it would be faded brown
And I’m not going to be your Jiminy Cricket
Because I too am struggling with what’s wrong and right
And I’ve already got way too many consciences bouncing around in my own head
To sort out before I can offer you anything that would resemble good advice
The best I can do is be your Mad Hatter
Because I may completely forget your birthday ever year without fail
And offer you cup of tea as a last minute present
Because it’s all I’ve got
But I can give you 364 Un-Birthdays
And I’ll be there to celebrate every one of them with you
With a teapot containing a Doormouse
Bathing himself in reconfigured drunken nursery rhymes
And a March Hare that deserves the title Mad just as much as I do
And I’ll be there with you through the worst times
Like when I’m brought to court as a witness
To testify for you before the queen
I’ll gladly present myself
Without any true evidence
Without being present at the scene of the crime
Without so much as knowing what the trial is about
But I will approach the podium
Just to ramble every spontaneous idea, thought, and insanity that comes to mind
Each one more irrational and irrelevant than the last
And I’ll risk beheading
Just so you can have a small chance of escape
But just when you think you’ve figured me out
Just when you think I am truly the epic lover you’ve always dreamed of
The card in my hat will leave you questioning everything
You’ll spend years with me
Without one single dull moment
And without a second to ask the unanswered questions my presence has forced you to ask Like what makes me tick?
Like is it true I can’t find better company than a hare and a rat?
Like why is up down and down up?
And what is truly up?
What is my definition of sanity and do I fit in it?
Do I carry the world on my shoulders or just a bunch of vacant space?
And why in Wonderland do I carry a card in my hat?
But you’ll never even ask
One day you’ll just walk away
Take several looks back
And I’ll forever leave you guessing
Like 10/6
