A long brick road, yellow in hue,
She skips along to the beat of her own drum.
You try to warn her, she doesn't hear you,
Doesn't see what's behind her, doesn't see that she should run.
She's looking for courage and she's looking for brains,
Her heart is empty and home's a long way away.
She doesn't know what she wants but she'll go to great pains
To live in the moment and survive day to day.
So you see where she's going but you can't decide how
To show her the wicked old witch draws near,
and she's clicking her heels and taking her final bow,
But to get what she wants the price is too dear.
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PoetryPoems and short stories about my life. Sometimes quirky, sometimes sad, always true. (All my poems have been shifted here...in case somebody somewhere was wondering...)