Alice chased the white rabbit, curiosity was always her bad habit.
She fell down the hole, but the rabbit was no more.
Found doors of millions, but the opportunity behind them were trillions.
Only to find the doors hollow, the thought of loneliness she could not swallow.
She ran and ran, hearing voices "what have you done?"
Quickly she opened the last door, but what waited for her was a lot more.
Madness, hate, insanity. Anxiety, fear or verify.
This was not the land of wonder she had, more like the land of mad.