I dream of a place called Oz
A poem by Sasha the Philosopha
I dream of a place called Oz
Not the one in the story books
But the one thats far away
Hanging loose in the cosmos
Im hanging ten in my mind
On a wave of hapless hope
Riding the crest of all my dreams
Slammin the coast of the cosmos
"Welcome to your dreams come true,"
Says God in his Bermuda shorts
As I wash upon the shores of truth
cause the wave was His will of sorts for me.
God bless you, he said
And I didnt even sneeze
While Is starin as his knees
But I did ask please
When I reached for his helping
Hand to lift me up from
The sands of time
Is this the land of Oz? I asked.
Well God smiled and tapped my head.
I got the other screw that you lost, said he
as he reached into eternity
and presented me with the silver screw
that without it screwed me on my destiny.
"Keep it polished and keep it close
Dont let any more screws come loose
People might screw ya, if they knew ya
Forgot to tighten the nut. "
© 2005 Lovechild Writes
