He stood alone as life stood in the distance,
and poked a finger in
his side and ridiculed him
There's a clear divide between the man and his goals
He failed to realize them, he joked a lot, maybe to escape
the pain of life
He laughed with others with a coherent vigour as they shared
his pain
They held the same dream.
They laughed together caught up in the whirlwind of humorous
thought
The pain sometimes so bad they nicknamed it Dorothy, as they
dreamt to enter Oz
They failed to recognize the world around them for what it
was
They failed sometimes to understand lied beneath
Preoccupied their minds with the crust, failing to establish
the powers of the core
The living breathing heart of the world
That item that the sad tin man wished he had
What took him so long to speak out and,
Have the courage to deliver his views, to demonstrate the
pride of a lion.
What was the reason behind the delay?
As he waited too long, until his wits end, his last straw, to
set up a movement.
As he felt stagnant standing as a scarecrow,
With the crows picking at the brain he thought he had.
By the end of his journey he was given more knowledge then
he thought that pre-existed,
Within the confines of his mind.
His eyes shut, his eyes open, fixed upon a new found goal
As he stands still his minds fucked by the world.
Anything’s possible within the world with thought,
"So let the magic happen" he said
He let down his sleeves but still he decided to work and
put in the graft as he was defiantly no wizard
Life's short think about it,
Munchkin this
Why are you not moving, living, enjoying,
But why don't you talk about the pain of the world...
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