Will I Be

What will I be, to your Dorothy?

Will I be your Lion?

So afraid of my past, 
that my die's forever cast,
searching for the courage 
that will change me at last?

Will I be your Tin Man?

Frozen in an old place,
so I’m unable to face,
a future of feelings
that will make my heart race?

Will I be your Scarecrow?

Strung up high at his post
haunted by doubts and not ghosts,
watching others live life
doing what I truly miss most?

Will I be the Wizard?

All hot air and tricks,
with no real magical picks,
hoping that the wind
won't blow out the balloon's wick?

Or.....
Will I be a new man?

Inspired by what You see,
no fears... only courage
no qualms....only feelings
no doubts...only living?

Tell me, pray, tell me
sweet and wise Dorothy...

What will I be, what will I be?

loverhyme

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