The Red Brick Road (part 1)...
What if Dorothy took the red brick road?
If she didn’t have lacking friends to bare the load?
If that house from Kansas fell on a good witch…
Would her journey to Oz, make a big switch?
Wondering with black souls upon the red.
Cursing the thoughts flooding her head.
As a fork in the bricks suddenly emerges.
She hears the arguments, as each surges.
Carefully contemplating her choices
Silently in the fields she hears voices
Then a deafening silence upon her
Three men, not lollipop, there they were.
Each asking for a piece of this poor girl,
But settling to guide her in this world
What if Dorothy took the red brick road?
If she didn’t have lacking friends to bare the load?
If that house from Kansas fell on a good witch…
Would her journey to Oz, make a big switch?
One man was mystical, smart, but also sensitive
Another, strong, very masculine, and defensive.
The third, was holding back, what she didn’t know
But all she could think was not to let fear show…
She was startled when the first man began to speak
But something in his voice seemed to make her weak.
Although her mind said, “Be strong, do not cower!”
Every harsh thought, soon melted with his flower…
As they walked upon the path to Oz, Dorothy fell
But is he there to destroy her, only time will tell…
