MUSEVOICE
Oct 2, 20182 min
By Elise Bugeja
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
For the man who sits behind it, is one who is uncertain
Who is drunk on boast from various amorous connections
And somehow has replaced his brain with a constant erection
Pay no attention to that man behind those drapes
The ones I hung there with emerald fastens and filtered lace
Such a character filled with wild fortunes did he display
Intoxicated, I stumbled down his yellow brick highway
Spend no time dwelling on the man who can’t bring himself to look you in the eye
For you sign the dotted line in blood for a promise you cannot deny.
For he sits there hidden, that icy statue will only melt alone
But the fumes off his balloon will make you think that you are home
Only what is a home when the house is hollow
For home has blown to pieces, in windswept woe I’m left to wallow
Never did he intend to play nor a promise had he planned
Hold onto everything you have before the inevitable crash land
Don’t give a second glance to the person behind that screen.
Because I was lying. I made him up. He’s as real as any figure in a dream.
I thought I was old enough, to know what was good for me
It seems greens aren’t what will make me tall and healthy
I won’t grow up to be big and strong
I’ll just be told all my decisions are wrong
There was never any default heal click
That would wish away the truth that it was all some sick trick
The man behind the curtain allowed for so much possibility
And Of-Corse I believed it and honored him with unrequited civility
Now I sit in my tower, with green infected complexion
For his artificial brand on me is our only lasting connection
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
For behind it you will only find the shell of a vacant person
He’s a brainless, heartless, coward, nothing more
He has no power that isn’t falsely endorsed by little people behind closed doors
Sometimes your black and white world is worth more than money can buy
And sometimes rainbows were only meant to stay in the sky
But the true love from straw, tin and fur help you share
The tragic depth of the bullet hole that that wicked wizard left there