it is time, dear one.
to move ( no longer dally here.)
and stretch your legs into the unknown-
dangle your toes into chaos and
tickle the chin of change.
inch onto the branch of
choices and follies and casually
inform fate that she's got a nice ****
So spill your daring chant
roaring the words of a cowardly
lion as
you sally down this saffron road
no scarecrow here, just the winds of tomorrow
to tell us where
to go.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
it is time, dear one.
to move ( no longer dally here.)
and stretch your legs into the unknown-
dangle your toes into chaos and
tickle the chin of change.
inch onto the branch of
choices and follies and casually
inform fate that she's got a nice ****
So spill your daring chant
roaring the words of a cowardly
lion as
you sally down this saffron road
no scarecrow here, just the winds of tomorrow
to tell us where
to go.
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