Oz
Oz
Magic and color everywhere you
Go,
Even though you’re a long way from home
It still feels like home
Where you belong, not where you’re
Forced to be
Where you can be yourself, and not
Hide your personality.
That’s Oz for you, wish it was
A reality and not just my
Fantasy.
I wish their was a yellow brick road
To lead me to the Emerald City
Where I can meet the Wonderful Wizard of
Oz who can
Change my everything
Oz is a magical place I hope to
One day see
And if I don’t, I still have my
Wonderland where being bonkers
Is nothing new to me.
Having tea with the mad hatter,
Painting the white
roses red....
Curiouser and curiouser
In this world...
We prefer to be mad
Instead.
But everything isn’t what
They seem.
For Time is forever still
And it’s the same day forever
Till.
I guess it’s back up
The rabbit hole for me.
And riding in a tornado far from
Whence I came and ending up in
A place where ruby slippers
Is the key back home
Thank God I’m wearing Converse
So now I can’t go back
If only it was true and simple
Like that
I wish there was an Oz though
Where I can run and be free
And never come or look back
To my reality and be
Like Dorthy
For Oz is my Safe haven in my
Wildest dreams
Where I know that my
heart, brain, and bravery
Will help me along the way
Magic and color everywhere I
Roam
Even though I’m a long way from
Home,
It finally feels like home.
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