wheat rune
*In some way,
I guess to you,
I must have been the Oz
(Oh how powerful)
to your lost Dorothy,
And you certainly weren’t
in Kansas anymore,
All those fields traded for
'riches unimaginable',
But,
I always saw myself
as the Scarecrow,
I never knew why
You chose me to begin with
and you, I reckoned
the Tinman,
searching for a heart,
without ever listening
To the quiet rhythm in your chest
The heart you held all along.*
green hemlock