Take a trip if you can muster the will
Over the Rainbow it's waiting there still

The Great, Great Granddaughter of the Wicked Witch of the West
Just might want to steal back those shoes,
Forget that dress

She's young, beautiful, her dress all new
Waiting patiently, flying around the Rainbow
Waiting for you

Is your house secure, foundation true
Have you forgotten what you once knew

Little ones all snug and safe in their beds
Are better off not knowing it could be
Off with their heads

So don't chase Rainbows elusive though they may be
There's a Wicked Witch waiting  just for you and me

It's better to watch silent as the colors collide
Then end up in OZ headless and empty
Inside

Everyone thinks that She's insane
She's locked herself up inside her own brain

Talk about the fridged fearful side
Or maybe she's lost up within her own pride

Shaming, gossiping is what they do
Thinking she doesn't even know it too
Oh, NO
Don't even think about it
NO
She didn't stop and quit
Hey
Your not even missing much
That tender, caressing touch

Could you even respect that special space
?
Would you even want someone in that place
?

Freeze-dried Dehydrated ****** She be
Looking like a Widow crying at half past three

Freeze-dried Dehydrated ****** they laugh
But at least she's not ending up getting staff

It's a simple cause
Her heart's like puppy paws
Very
Very
Very sharp Claws

Doot da Doo da do do long day
Freeze-dried Dehydrated ****** living all
The live long day

Over and over again and again
Doing the same procedures to no avail 
My heart so broken in desperation
Reliving the horror in a continuous hell 

**** it up soldier, I can hear the cry
Your not with your mommy or daddy anymore
Awakened to stories that pull your thoughts apart
At times I wish I could just know the score

Then it happens like the moment is bronzed crimson brown
My heart is hardened and you are the catalos crossed so pure
Eating your cud like a ***** and stating your the guanine in the code

Is it better to wander aimlessly through your excrement
Perhaps thinking, actually believing yours don't stink
A moment in time is caught in your retched hole
Putridly excreting the fumes that water's your wink

Those are not tears or emotions that revile
For you lost your compassion locked in entitlement
Reach for your star in hades cause Hell awaits your call
I will stand tall in the revealing of your encasement

Ending in your very own calamity   

 

Say that fast ten times as you tie your tongue.
The grandiose has taken it's toll on the morbid side.
The constant upheaval becomes a lack of interest.
Even on my part I've become displaced in my heart.

What is the barrier that I place up every time.
Every time someone reaches out I quickly retract.
Has Timidness become one of my character traits?
Or perhaps I'm unwilling to trust people in general.

Like I was told so long ago, be true to yourself.
I held my love as he says, "Do what makes you happy."
Now alone I face that reality that I never can see.
I didn't see my life without his loving ways.

Then I found myself a stranger, someone I liked.
Each moment brought me closer to a divinity.
Locked in my DNA was a code that I had access to.
All of those years were not wasted as I thought.

My Ego was looking back at me through the mirror.
Years that should be added were Non-Existent!
The will to continue was only because of my Ego.
Like we were separate entities sharing a body.

Then I saw my humanity laid out like a business.
My retardation brought by my unwillingness.
I had stunted myself by giving up on life.

Gratitude comes when your humbled by love.
Love comes when you let go of Ego. 

Broken in my spirit, I humbly do an inventory.
I look at my actions to see if they are of right spirit. 
In the spirit of the moment, I'm whisked away from fear.

In the end I'm transformed without no one knowing wiser.
The psychical world has been on tract yet lacking in substance.
A moment in time, for me, has become years of expectation.

A longing I can't even describe on any level ever.
Not to mention the fact that everything seems a little off.
All that puts me on edge a little, feeling like expectations.

It's the only word that comes to mind as I make goals that count.
As I stand up for the next right thing, I find strength from some where.
Then it's easy to move forward, even if it's at a snails pace.

A vision old men would die for.
A moment to return to a value,
Long forgotten on antiquities shelves'.
As others see it, they are angered...


For they too are beginning to see.
They have the same longing and desires.
Their hearts reach out in disbelief.
For no one wants to pull back stubs,
Or a heart turned into hamburger.
Sad isn't when someone can't trust loving someone.


Sad is when you stop believing you can at all.

Watching a dream yet not being able to obtain it.
It's like grabbing at straws with greasy fingers.
They never can be plucked and end up wilting.
Nothing worse than a greasy dream that's wilting. 

Shredding my dignity like an office document.
You know, the kind that you try to destroy because of some secret.
There's no secret when someone is humiliated.
It's there for the world to speculate over.

Wake up and smell the odor of superiority.
People that claim to have all the answers.
In the end all they know is irreverent ranting.  
They too are sleeping while awake.

I too am sleeping yet I think I'm awake.
I live to see a dream come real.
It's like looking for that fairytale ending.
Then you find out there's no such thing.

Like Santa Clause.
Superman.

I've got to keep the hope of my faith.
Even though it may be allusive as the air we breathe.
When a person is stripped of their worth it's everything.

That's why it's called faith in the first place.