Where, oh where..

With a Cheshire grin, I assure you, I am mad as the Hatter and delicately cross..

However,
I am sorely chaotic in my own mentality, and find such rights as my own wearing thin.

Dare I say,
a longing washes over my skin, and cheap spray caresses the senses.

Lovely,
though it leaves something to be desired behind the eyes that look through the mirror.

Shall I follow where the Rabbit Hole may lead?