We sit together wrist by wrist
Listening to the Fairy Tale Retold
Everything thing is a story
Which we tell ourselves
The words become clear
Translucent in the night sky
Inside we are howling
A miracle
To take us over the bridge
Enough is enough
Says Alice
But I cannot hear her call
It has been too many years
Hidden from the brightness
Hiding in the shed
There is no one left to tell
We shut ourselves inside
Close the the door]
Sever the threads
Everything is close but far away
Where do we start
Where do we end
Everything is curious
Like a fairy tale retold.
