A yellow brick road glistens before me A sign dubbed “Straight is the best way to go” Even though an ominous aura flows
My inner voice screams “Chaos will erupt if you walk further” But my body moves independently Down the sunny-patched pavement
The bright yellow shade grays The unbowed path jerks far left Away from the right destination
The map displays a straight yellow line Heading directly to the city of great prospects The mapped road looks as secure as the Great Wall Running at ease without obstructions
Yet in reality I ventured into the Desert of Disasters The powdered sand deadening my progress
The volatile sandstorms Stalls my venture And conceals the route Of the yellow brick road
Little water left The path nowhere in sight Only minuscule hope and perpetual effort Can reveal the true path to salvation