Which way is Oz?

When did I become colorblind or aren’t these bricks

Yellow anymore?

Now it all just looks like Kansas.

I’m missing my own zest

I’ve recently caught myself

staring aimlessly out to the void

I never had time for that.

Maybe that field of poppies….

I was always my own giant of imagination

Armed with the skills of grounded tech,

Weave of talk, and endless “me”-“it”, “me”-“it”

Drive to build the “it”, I looked forward to each day.

It’s a joy worth spreading

I loved to throw this realizable dream routine

Into the oncoming traffic of anyone caught listening

Me and you and the big vision that can!

Hammering a dream into the rush of steel rivet reality

Is like giving belief a no-limit Gold card.

And having a penthouse in OZ.

So what happened?

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!”

I was always the man behind the curtain

Who actually got things built. Then.

Now no one is paying attention.

Hey! The wake-up message is obvious:

I wasn’t paying attention so……

Re-inventing your own Wizard is no small thing.

But it’s the only thing.

Showtime!