You are calling me from the castle,
Telling me all about the power I will never obtain.
You want to love me, then call it a hassle.
Your kingpin father forbid you to burn his remains.
Every night I peek through your gilded fences,
My curiosity twists around in circles like a snake.
I try on your family’s crooked lenses,
It seems like you live in a truth that I cannot taste.
Your guards call me Alice as they chase me,
But I keep my feet quick and refuse their guilt.
The spinning arrows they shoot erase me.
I wake up from the daydream on my windowsill.
And you are calling me from your castle,
Telling me about the ignorance I cannot obtain.
You want to show me how to reach it faster,
But I digress, there is no joy in your golden pain.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 