It’s a bit like shock therapy When you’d come to. It was the Depression, sure, And I was barely clothed and fed But I woke up refreshed Realigned and adjusted. A clean sweep! Surrounded by my loving family. Back. So this is the way things are; The way things were, Before But it’s not so bad in comparison.
That over there was a disaster The so-called “Loss of consciousness” Was I in a coma? With witch’s feet And those dancing trolls A road leading where and why? There are no other roads, so who cares the color?
It was a horror story, not a morality play They were so presumptuous, What I needed! They told me that I had killed someone, a complete stranger and That’s when it all got worse.
Bluebirds fly Yes I suppose they do! You are right! I got my wish in a sick kind of way I went beyond a “rainbow” as it were
It was bad. I liked those gorgeous orange woozy poppies but so what, I was asleep anyway. Do you see what I mean? Chased by monkeys and people who don’t really like me. Not really. Not any more than anywhere else. Despite what they say. Anyway, everyone clearly had their own agenda. It was a matter of convenience and opportunities. What was mine again? Oh yeah. For it to stop.
The Wizard was a Kansas Man He said so himself And when I showed up Well he decided to clear out I guess we were two Kansans too many
Stay with us Dorothy! We love you! All of us! We don’t want you to go! Doesn’t that sound a bit odd?
So I came back with this bit about Well “if I ever look for my heart’s desire again I will look no further than my own backyard Because if it isn’t there (It gets good!) I never really lost it To begin with!” Can you believe that? I also relentlessly repeated HOME Euphemistically speaking and the word LIKE Which isn’t really a total and complete lie
And somehow it worked It came to an end I can’t really explain why but It could have been a Jim Jones situation.
But do you think that I believed any of it? I escaped And now I think that I know how to do it. And I can do it again. But to someplace Else.