Way To Wonderland

Way To Wonderland
© Surazeus
2026 06 21

I want to read the real map of your heart 
so I can find the way to Wonderland 
where we may live and play among fruit trees, 
expanding Garden of Eden with hope 
to transform bitter waste land of the Earth 
from hell to paradise where all live free. 

Safe in delusions of Utopia 
that hide the one true way to Wonderland, 
I preach salvation of justice for all, 
though humans build secret societies 
on strict hierarchies of power through wealth 
where the strong abuse and exploit the weak. 

Asserting justice through the Holy Gun 
that legislates the way to Wonderland, 
we form official gangs of government 
to manage hostile contests of control 
between corporate kings in towers of glass 
that should benefit workers of the world. 

Diverted from my Journey to the West 
by signs that lead the way to Wonderland, 
I climb Sagarmatha to touch the moon 
and ask Tathagata Buddha for scrolls 
that detail formulas of mythic code 
expanding moral scope of consciousness. 

I search for hope on the horse with no name 
but stumble on the way to Wonderland 
where the fool on the hill in Nowhere Land 
declares that we are but dust in the wind, 
enlightened by purple haze in my brain 
to sell Bibles on Desolation Row. 

I sing my soul with Voice of Prophecy 
to reveal the weird way to Wonderland 
when Charon takes us to Elysium 
where the dead gather to watch the sun rise 
from the bottom of the sea without eyes 
that flash with endless television shows. 

I hold the pen as dangerous as the gun 
that paves the sacred way to Wonderland 
when I dig fairy mounds from soggy peat 
so star-eyed Sidhe of the Emerald Isle 
may feast at midnight on wine of the gods 
while Aisling plays flute of the bleeding heart. 

I travel far across America 
to find the hidden way to Wonderland 
where Rainbow Children of the Living Light 
gather in Forest of the Laughing Crow 
to lament the tragic death of Tammuz 
by feeding five thousand with loaf of bread.