Thoughts rush in all directions
Like a VCR without selections
Images bizarre and lame
Co-exist and remain the same
Yellow brick roads and wizards
Transformed into grotesque lizards
Sometimes I venture out to look
At life outside my open book
Chimerical characters cavort and caress
Appear normal without apathy and duress
My storybook mind fast forwards
To places and people turned inward
My body and brain forever detached
From a world with all doors unlatched
Safe exits to places unknown
Welcome random thoughts in a twilight zone
Fused colors in a rainbow sky
Viewed by interlopers and spies
Living on the edge of reality
Absent consistency and civility
Corners rounded by deceit and lies
Keep me in circles until I die
All I want is a glimpse of hope
Until now elusive without a microscope
Swamp Alley is a portal between this side and the other side. The Wizard is destined to save the land from the Ugly Babies in the Land of Lack Luster on the other side. With the help of Madame Plume and her magic wand, can they save the magical doll