Follow the yellow brick road
Is what the lost children are told
It's simple just do what you're told
And follow the yellow brick road
But it's not possible to follow the road
The road is too difficult
I must break the mold
Or face the cold
I'd rather be scold
Then be on the never-ending road
So rather than following the given road
I embarked on a new road
That had twice the gold
And that is why you must break the mold
Of the yellow brick road
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoesíaPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
