Hatter

Hatter doffs his cap
I wonder if he take it off when he sleeps
His stride is purposeful
I walk behind him
All just a circle and a song
He stops for tea
There is no mouse in the tea pot
Just a strong aroma of leaves and time
He drinks it slowly
No rush
No hurry
I am always busy
Falling down the rabbit hole
Brushing powder from our feet
I will stay a while in the story
It is better there than real
In my mind is a thousand dreams
She holds my hand throughout the night
I will wake up when I am ready
All just a cycle and a story
Take off your hat and speak
But then the magic disappears.