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Journey
The yellow brick road stretches out in front of me;
I think it’s time to go fetch Dorothy.
I am the Tin Man whose heart has been stolen;
I am the fearful lion who can no longer roar.
I am a scarecrow without a brain, alone in a field.
I am what I am; my love life is no more.
Gone is the goodness of past lovers and love.
All that remains is a shell; I am a husk.
I am a ghost inside my mind’s prison;
I see many colours inside a prism.
I am somewhere over the rainbow;
I must make a decision.
What next on this journey?
I listen to Journey.
I’ll take the midnight train going anywhere…
It takes one step forward to start a thousand mile journey.
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