Written from the Hatter's point of view after Alice left for the real world...

Everything is fine....

Everything is fine and swell,

The beast was killed in an encounter too terrifying to tell...

Little folks flock around the table, eating from the 'unbirthday cake',

There is no other of a better make!

There are no leftovers, there is joy everywhere,

The moon is bright; there is a calm in the air.

A chatter fills the garden, the white rabbit tells a story,

The door mouse breaks in giving him much to worry!

The bloody red queen is long gone,

The pristine white queen had won.

A palpable cheer fills the air, there is joy everywhere.

But something was not quite right, there was something amiss...

Could it be the absence of a pretty young miss?

Alice who fought the beast with great courage and might,

She very much had retained her 'muchness' that night!

And there were so many riddles, 'How long is a moment?' 'How is a raven like a writing desk?'

Who could answer them if she is not there?

But there is joy everywhere....

Perplexed and more

" 
'Cause here I go again
  Talking 'bout the rain
  And mulling over things that won't live past today
 And as I dance around the truth
 Time is not a friend
 This might be my last chance to tell him,

 So here I go again
 Wasting my time and breathe
 On things that that might never be fixed
 On everything that is jinxed....
                                                      "   

"At its best, life is completely unpredictable." -Christopher Walken

The word "unpredictable" takes away from the words "freedom" ( to some extent) and control ( to a greater extent).  Giving up variability, the element of surprise for the sake of control, which is the greater price to pay? In a movie ( a silly one at that), there's a council of people ( a government by a fancier name?), who decides from birth how a child born into that society would turn out. They breed children to be engineers, doctors, law and order officers, or normal hard working drones, etc. Therefore, these children are bred, are even genetically programmed to be what they are ought to be ( decided by these council heads). So they have no choice or option whatsoever to decide upon their way of life. This does eliminate the unnecessary chaos and competition, also gets rid of the bad eggs, so to say...but is brilliance born or bred that way? 

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life" - Green Day