*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*
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
*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*
