We sat and we talked,
Myself and the Hatter
Our legs crossed, we chatted
About things that don't matter.
Then the sky turned dark
The leaves went grey
And he turned to me
With something to say.
"The vines will grow on,
Against the house of your mind
They will close up windows,
With thoughts you will never find.
"And that is life,"
He said, as the rain began to torrent
He looked at me
With a grim so abhorrent.
"When the vines get to the door
They will knock thrice
They'll coax and invite you,
They'll seem rather nice.
Do not give up,
Do not give in
There is a river
Running thin
It flows in your mind,
Bubbles and froths,
It'll carry you away
A magical blue broth
Don't let the vines get you,
Disappear down the way."
And with that he dropped dead
With nothing left to say.
Myself and the Hatter
Our legs crossed, we chatted
About things that don't matter.
Then the sky turned dark
The leaves went grey
And he turned to me
With something to say.
"The vines will grow on,
Against the house of your mind
They will close up windows,
With thoughts you will never find.
"And that is life,"
He said, as the rain began to torrent
He looked at me
With a grim so abhorrent.
"When the vines get to the door
They will knock thrice
They'll coax and invite you,
They'll seem rather nice.
Do not give up,
Do not give in
There is a river
Running thin
It flows in your mind,
Bubbles and froths,
It'll carry you away
A magical blue broth
Don't let the vines get you,
Disappear down the way."
And with that he dropped dead
With nothing left to say.
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