Old broomsticks atop cupboards.
Wizardry and witches.
Full moons, comets and wishes. Muggles. Doing the dishes with sci-fi novels having eaten too much fantasy.

Tearing my brain off the scalp of insanity.
And sewing it on freedom's back.
Letting him run across the plains. Jill in hand
Jack pursuing with a shotgun in his hand
Bam! Bam! Red riding hood is down.
Stray bullets clear the unsettling sound
In my head that won't think like the crowd
Ahead of my time, Behind yours
To you, I think like a child on all fours
To me, the mind is a playground to adore
To the adult, a hangout they don't go to anymore

My thoughts are toys on an epic journey
To fill the void left behind by growth
Swirling, swirling, the toys I'm churning
Somehow slowly start to evolve
Suddenly the magic loses it's salt
Real life enchanting my every thought
Till I can't imagine a world as magical as Oz
Till I can't imagine anything at all.