Fold me up

And place me

In a pocket

Near your heart

At day’s end

Hold me in

The palm of your hand

Or tears may flow

And I will fall to pieces


Don’t let me down

Offer your hand

Time’s running out

Don’t let me down

Open your heart

Time’s running out

Don’t let me down

Once is enough

Time’s running out


In the dark

Thoughts are spirals

Of chaos

Her personal twister

Traps her mind

Pirouetting through the air

Where will it land

Anywhere but OZ

For this dreaming girl

There is no magic

Flying monkeys

And witches

Would be a pleasure ride

She will not land

In the Emerald Isle

No, this Dorothy

Will not land at all

The twister has found

Its prize

To keep