Secret

Alice twirls the pencil in her hand 
We have a secret garden
A place where we can shine and chime
All the world is tilted
We begin to see carnivals
Lights and rattling silver clouds
I am gasping for air
We cannot see the comfort of night 
The voices pound our thoughts
Like a drum
A parrot on our shoulder
We pick up sticks and sing
Hatter argues in the corner
We have a secret garden
A place where we can shine and chime.