In a world of chipped tea pots
and painted flowers
the color red
is all these bloodshot eyes see
in a world of hats
and of vanishing eyes
confusion is all i can taste
In a world of hookah
and hazy futures
fear is all this mind feels
with all your insanity
all i can ponder over
is me serenity
my wandering mind
screams
what about my sanity
does that matter
to you, hatter
in the grand scheme of things?
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