It Begins At Belonging
So it begins.., somewhere
it always must. Right?
Just picturing Dorothy starting out.., followin' Billie Burke's yellow brick road,
on a cause..
with bewitched ruby shoes.
many munchkins encouraging entourage in song..
a crushed one lost.
She was alone then, mostly, accept for Toto only
embarking on a journey to Oz...
Don't ya see?
It was belonging they both tried to find..
That winding road's spiral'd beginning
that's it
that's what it's like..
Blowin' dandelions at an age before
as ages go, seeds on the wind
before the scary sounds, the cries..
who's to blame?
Waiting your turn, soon to rush headlong
her bracelet still hanging on
a battle of bullets and longing
where a hallowed enemy waits...
all shredded waves
now gone
a bracelet worn too, he..
from her., just as you.
It was belonging they tried to find,
both of them.., could've been best friends
before war's indifference..
so glad once.., yet the same
oh, don't ya see?
who's to blame.
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2023
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