Wonderland Poem by Andre Brown

the mind is a terrible thing to waste
for within it lies a sacred place
a place where dreams are made and thoughts are cultivated
where we as children develop and are motivated
we progress as we ponder, we stray as we wonder
but how else can we see what lies up yonder
we create what we see with our thoughts
so why is it we never get what we want
we are works of art formed in a timeless mold
but remember not all the glitters is gold
not all who have been hurt will grieve
but all who believe will achieve
in this place of solitude
there is only one rule that applies to you
do what you love and love what you do