You can't have a book with no pictures in it

Along the checkered boarded land, a game, a lie, a question.
All the while a dismal thought makes me wonder who I am.
I search for answers in strangers’ smiles who lead me but astray,
I wish to find myself again, not remain a pawn just made of clay.

Down the rabbit hole again and into my fakened skies,
In this world I crave for truth but hide behind disguise.
For once I’d like to know my secret, I wish to never lie
If I don’t know who I am how can I force a smile?

So many paths through eyes of others,
Paths that I could take
So many riddles I don’t know
Each answer’s a mistake
Each way a new direction suggested
But none to where I want to go.
Even time remains oblivious
And security’s no longer shown

This tea-cup reality, filled to the brim
Of only inputs from others mouths
People filling my mind with puzzlement
I insure, that I could do without.

Along the checkered boarded land, this game, this lie, this question
People continuously leading me, into false corrections
I search for answers in strangers’ smiles, smiles of deception
Still I wonder day by day to figure who I am, and from which direction.

Alice wont you sit and listen to something but the done and past
Alice wont you wake to realize, this dream of yours won’t ever last.
Alice won’t look around and see what has become of this,
Alice when will you realize, Not every book has pictures in it.