Falling from grace, to the entrance of this wonderland grace.
Moving closer to my goals yet they always run back away.
Running like the monrats just out of reach.
Drink the potion, become big enough to grab them.
Eat the tart, become small enough to endear them.
Calming the baby, hoping to settle it's cries.
Realize it's only a pig trying to use you.
Smiles like the cheshire cat, so it'll never fade.
Yet still stuck in the wonderland grace.