DOROTHY
jhimm, written 1993
the merchant of venice told the girl with red shoes to follow the yellow river to the land of truth and though she owned nothing and the river was long she started sailing off, singing this song after five years of sailing, the river it ends in the middle of a city made of honey and green sand in the square there was an alter, where Dorothy did sit she laughed at the truth, she said "i just don't see it" the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told not preparing for what's ahead, memories dragging like a ton of lead the merchant of venice told me a tale or two of the beast that's in my closet, that lives on red shoes he said "son please be wary although its old and blind" i told him not to worry, cause the thing's a friend of mine the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told not preparing for what's ahead, memories dragging like a ton of lead toy cars & make believe, chasing crickets and climbing trees always looking for a friend of mine, hiding in the closet of my mind always fighting to not grow old, a futile battle no ground to hold lie quiet, tucked in my bed, memories running wild in my head the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told not preparing for what's ahead, memories drag me screaming out of bed in the square there was an alter, on which i was thrown then the beast told me to rot there, until i am grown he said "son please be wary, when you've grown old and blind" but i don't plan to live in fear, even when i've lost my mind