Do you want to go to Oz?

Accept the change because you deny 
Waiting for a different pattern to emerge; 
It’s still there, in all of it’s recognizable glory
And it speaks to me in tongues. 
 
Why must you ask the same questions of yourself 
Ad infinitum, redundant, repetitive swizzle mark, dot beneath, hell? 
The answer springs in many forms and presents itself as it adorns
the fantasy that you’ve structured 
Reality altered 
And who really faltered? 
 
Why must you reiterate?  
The answers lie before you like the yellow brick road
It will take you to Oz
but is that where you want to go? 
 
Think this through again.
To yourself do not lie 
and stop accepting the immortal change 
because you deny, deny, deny 
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About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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