Straying off the Yellow Brick Road

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These seamless days
Our comfortable ways
are waning down
to another change.

We say goodbye
We say hello
But in the end
all we know
Is today makes for a change
Today we grow older
Today slides by
weeks, months,
Years pass us by
On this yellow curb
This no-parking zone
This yellow brick road of life
Where we’ve stayed, not strayed
These years, these days.

Life is believed to be a journey
Or a sweeping mountain range
Spinning out far and wide across this earth.
Or perhaps a wandering path dotted with pitfalls.
A twisting, meandering yellow brick road.

The truth is that the simplest explanation of
life as we know it,
in its sweetest, most
basic and un-concentrated form,
is untidy scrawls in the
college-rule margins
of our higgledy-piggledy,
scrambled-egg lives.







Sometime soon, in a far-off life
Full or free of strife
When you look back on these days
and can’t get past a rosy haze;
You’ve grown too far from youth
Lived your life in the blinkering lights
too far from childhood fantasies
To feel
to dream
to believe.
You’ve dallied too long here
Staring at the same sights
Day in
and day out
On this yellow curb
This no-parking
No-thinking zone.

Live young enough
To never stop feeling,
stop dreaming,
stop believing.
Walk in your own footsteps
off this yellow curb
This no-parking zone
This yellow brick road of life.
Travel far.
Live young enough
to walk in your own footsteps.


These endless numbered days
These glorious sweet-tempered ways
On this yellow brick road,
In this yellow safe-zone,
Are counting down to another change

So I leave you with a parting word:
Travel far.
Stray off the yellow brick road.
Live life young enough and full enough
to walk in your own footsteps.
Keep dreaming.


We say goodbye
We say hello
But in the end
all we know
is today we change.





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