OZ

The yellow road is cracked and cold Emerald dreams have turned to mold The sky bleeds silver, green and black The witch is whispering — don’t look back Scarecrow’s eyes are filled with crows Tin man rusts where the river flows The lion’s roar dissolves in mist He prays for fear — but none exists Glass balloons drift through your chest You can’t go home — you failed the test Each mirror smiles, but none are true They all reflect the loss of you Follow the smoke, follow the hum The storm has teeth, the time won’t come All colors fade to shades of sin There is no Oz — it’s all within