Searching for Oz

 looking for Oz

in the underground

Searching for it in the city I found

Looking for riches, and gold

But I found wisdom at the end of the 

rainbow

looking for the wizard in nature

In the hopes of a new year's tide

Searching in the forests

Following up the green aisles

The winter time's bride

looking for it in the sky

We are all walking the yellow brick road

Walking it til we die

Sometimes I am the tin man

Who doesn't even feel

Sometimes I am the scare crow

Afraid of what isn't real

Sometimes I lack courage

But Dorothy pulls me through

As we walk our path of suffrage

What is really real ?

It is me and you

It is the dream of another world

Another place and time

A perfect amalgam

And an illusion

I can't abide