Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

My mind is trapped in wonderland. I've been here for awhile. The clock goes backward as the colors melt with style. Up is down and down is right, right turns left and left brings light. All these dizzying, spellbinding sights induce my brain with psychedelic foresight. I see the past before it happens. The future sleeps with all who past and all the drops from the rain soak up my tears with sapphire pain.