Still in Wonderland

I will try to understand myself, I will keep trying to understand myself through the leaves I walk by.
Whitman will be my guider. Ginsberg will lead me all the way along the forest.
In the shadows of the trees, on the corner of the rocks, on the bees and fleas flying by.

All will be alright, as soon I find my lost love in the long cage of my broken and locked up heart.