The Yellow Brick Road

Angry people will be angered,

hurt below their comfort zones.

Our bullies wonder

with their sorrow buried deep,

too deep,

they won't,

can't,

they are unaware of what 

it means to leap. 

I can't stay pure 

to me,

to my dream,

I must listen to the soul 

that wants to flee,

that wants to be free .

The day I become myself 

is the day the whole world slows. 

Caught in a drifting stream

it has to be my choice to grow. 

Acknowledge what life means

without presence,

those we've lost,

but were undeserving,

without that flash spark.

That makes me, me. 

It's mine.

You can't have me.