I walked along the crimson brick road alone
Not one less traveled… 
Only at this time this day
The usual wasn’t a usual thing
There was no merchant to sale me trinkets made by the hands of his wife and children 
No woman wrapped in threadbare cloth to ask if I could help 
And I to desperately turn out my pockets, knowing I have nothing rather then saying no 
I walked alone along the road 
Little men weren’t there to sing with me 
No good witch came from where the sun rises
And no great wizard to give tchotchkes meant to symbolize what I seek
A brain with memory that I live in reality
Some courage to face it 
And an unbroken heart to place in my chest
I can only walked forward 
Bering my bags 
With the knowledge that someday this hardship will end 

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