1, 2, 3
Clicking my heels
Wishing I were home
As I open my eyes
Everything is as it were
Why isn’t it working
I just want to go home
Looking upon my shoes
I guess they’re not like Dorothy’s
Believing in them isn’t enough
My heart doesn’t belong
I have no place to hide
Running only delays what’s to come
I have no corner
To call me own
Only duty gives me the strength
To crawl ahead
Author notes
I have tried clicking my heels and sorry to say it didn't work for me. I only hope it can work for you.
A contest entry
- The endless contest (or longest contest is more like it)! by Ted E Bare.
450 points, ended April 30, 2008, 96 entries
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Comments
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wow, very poingant and beautiful, full of emotion and turmoil

