Yellow Brick road, crumbled stone

Tonight I felt like Dorothy, the urge to find "that something more" Knowing there's got to be something, I feel it deep down inside

But the more I look

The less I find and I begin to wonder

Is it really even there Is there anything needing to be found

What is it that was lost? If there was nothing there from the start

How can anything be lost?

Dorothy realised hers was right where she had left it

Mine is not so close, maybe it’s time to stop

My yellow brick road

May never lead anywhere

It runs in an endless circle

There is no Wizard with the answers

They wouldn't change anything

So why don't I stop

I've endured and caused too much

Simply because I don't like NO

Things happen for a reason

Nothing can be undone I'm where I am and who I am

Regardless of anything

I've gained some insight

But I think it's run its course I've got to say............ There's No Place Like Home And be satisfied with what I have

There is no Glenda the Good Witch

This is the end of this chapter

My heart's desire is gone

I lost it in the mist of time and space; it disappeared over the rainbow, when I wasn’t looking.

The lion that hasn’t any courage, tinman without his heart, and the scarecrow with no brain…

My courage failed me, my heart is turned to stone and my brain was fried with too much thinking trying so hard to make sense of things. I was trying to find my happiness in the wrong piece of sky

So world let’s call it quits, you go your way and ……. As the saying goes…. I’ll go mine