Scared to go outside after the storm
used to black and white
I see colors and beauty
it surely isn't Kansas anymore
Afraid to fall and fall
and never stop
Down a Rabbit Hole
the world seems to stop
I'm stuck in front of a Divided Highway
Between mind and heart
Can't seem to choose
I'm anxious, It' hard
See, I'm not like the rest
I see things SIDEWAYS and BOTH WAYS
while they face only ONE WAY
I Chose not to be like them
So instead of going down left or right I picked out my own system:
I want to follow the White Rabbit down the Yellow Brick Road
Nicole