Down The Yellow Brick Road

I’ll walk down the yellow brick road. Hoping liberation, or so I am told. Fraught with peril the journey does go. All with what I do or don’t know. Along the way the tin man does clamor. The scarecrow doubts the lion avoids danger. What is within with what I have found is all three…

No Passenger

No need for trust, I’ve control over direction. Steer unto daybreak remembering affections. No moving me to weep, but help finding peace. Would you believe it’s found in one seat? Chaos once drove until this tranquility. Behind the wheel my judgement is free. Before I would falter; steer would the world. I can say I’ve…