Climbing
Climbing the yellow bricks
To the top of the eye
With the triangle that glows
You grasp for it
The wind picks up
And throws you off your journey
What will you do now?
Your whole goal was to reach the top
To find the eye that blinds us
Some silly mishap
Has turned into your personal hell
Copyright © Troy Gamble | Year Posted 2011
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