The White Rabbit Of Fate Poem by Lucas Lingerfelt

There are times when we may find ourselves lost
Like poor Alice who in Wonderland fell
We find ourselves in front of dark doors tossed
And search for an unfound key to avail

We then stand among the flowers and see
That, while good, we are not great among them
We fit not their ideal, the flower sea
For we cannot stand with a flower stem

Then before us stands a smug Cheshire Cat
Giving no help in our whereabouts
He points three ways or more, this way and that
Leaving us with divergent and odd routes

Beware the white rabbit who says "I'm late,
I'm late for a very important date! "