Wonderland Native

A fool plays games in his own mind
For he’ll forever win to lose

Lose his grip on time
His ability to care
Focus on life

He could plan forever a perfect plot
To land himself a wishful spot
In the heart of an angel

But the angel will never fly if she never grows wings
And she’ll never be able to give him beautiful things
Living in his thoughts, there swimming up and down

So if he has to run with this angel
Let her be a thing of this world
His one and only, his perfect girl