Speeds of time surround
          Me modestly
In times of wonder
     Speaking to my soul
In second person
          Stroking my passions
Seductively with an
     Admirable quality
Hanging on my every move
           With lying eyes
Leading me blindly into places
          The ears can't hear
But the eyes can touch
      Following a red brick road
Passing by forests of great
           Magic amongst wise tree's
Telling tales of a tin man having
       No heart and a scarecrow
            Having no brain
Such great wonders the imagination
        Yeilds within the believers
            Step into my world, the ride
Of your life shall begin