Goodbye Wonderland From Alice
[Outro]
by
Robby Richardson
[To Aubree Rae Richardson]
I have been rich and I’ve been poor lived Indigent and Grandeur
And rich was always better paid all my dues never been a debtor
But rich in what, what type of riches define a person
I’ve struggled to make a twenty and held four figures
But I never knew rich until you held my finger
Walked many paths and many different roads I have my faults, oh heaven knows
I wanted to impress you to be proud that I’m your dad knowing I'm grateful for all that you have
It was always more than money, the worth of a story, what is a king without some glory
And that’s my advice chase your dreams no matter the price
In the end a job is a job don’t let the pitfall called career make you rob Peter to pay Paul
Because I’ll help you achieve your dreams I’ll be there through it all
Even though I may never be on the shelves...I live my dream...I've climbed the summit
Because even though I’m not famous…with every publish...I’ve done it
I’d rather have a butterfly kiss then to give a shit about any kind of pence
Nor hours I lost compared to where their spent
So, I offer you these wings to teach you to fly forever by your side
I write what I want not what they dictate they’re all a bunch of ingrates
They will never appreciate, you’re easily replaced but not the bond we surely create
[To Adilynn Joy Richardson]
Kept on writing to find my place trying to be first in this rat race
I may not be first or the best wanting only respect, I have nothing left to prove and neither do you
Gone further than I was told I could do, now I’m walking this road next to you
Born in a Wonderland found sanity in Wonderland to find wonder man in other’s plans that underhand
People will say you can’t but I say go for it, sometimes you need to stand back just to see the portrait
Society is a place that we don’t fit, but we don’t forfeit and sting just like a hornet
A place I don’t fit in, a place not the norm, but the day you were born I knew I was home
And yes it may not be Wonderland but understand I am something more when you hold my other hand
I repeat this...it may not be Wonderland but you make me feel more than I ever had
So farewell from Alice to my Adilynn I’m that crutch you can lean on, you taught me where I belong
Trying to find life’s balance...teach you to paint your Aurora Borealis
Rather not be under a thumb that’s why I always look back to see how far I’ve come
I’m saying chase your dreams and write symphonies with stars...leave your soul like literary memoirs
I’d rather sit right here instead of musical chairs, I’d rater not chase things that will never be there
All I think about is writing, how can I not be a writer, paper is my gas and the pen is my lighter
I’m the writer eater and if that’s dreaming then call me a galactic dreamer
Chase your heart, chase your star, and know that I am not behind you far
And when they got you on your knees with their lies and deceit and your on the edge of defeat
I’ll put you right back on your feet and mend those broken wings so you can fly courageous with kings
No crown to be a king, no man to be a queen
Dear Wonderland
So goodbye Wonderland from the lone survivor of this No Man’s Land
Modern day Alice walker from a La La land, how can I make you understand
Or comprehend all I’m saying is whether yellow or red.
I don’t trust what’s ahead if I can’t see spots of bloodshed
A true walker with conversations with hatters to only find in you both what really matters
Don’t let nobody show you how far you’ve flown just let your work be shown
Just be their Huckleberry to your Tombstone
Another day above your gravestone is a day won
Lucky enough to find my way back knowing that I will probably never have those days back
Just so that I can have their back even when the days get colder nobody puts baby in the corner
Both the place where my seeds we’re sown...a place to watch my little one’s grow
Knowing home will always be home so I’ll never have to roam
And even though I’m the oddball, the screwball preferring free fall to alcohol
Show you to handle all so no harm shall befall upon the daughters of this former outlaw
Goodbye Mr. Rabbit, one last pour and trip through the tiny door, one last pat to the Cheshire Cat
I’m going to miss that
This ain’t goodbye please remember me and the fond memories
But I got to be, what I have to be, what I love to be and raise that best parts of me
But you’ll always have a part of my heart in thee
The End