Little girl lost in a forest of dreams

[j4]

"Wait and see." "It'll all work out in the end." "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it." And the bridges go past as if seen from a moving train; and none of them are crossed, but rather ducked under, bypassed, ignored. And it does not work out in the end, because there is no end; there is only a journey, and there are only request stops, and to fall asleep for a moment is to awaken many miles away, no longer certain of your destination.

I am so tired of waiting. So tired of waking.

I have lost my way so badly, and I don't know how to get back. Real life has no ruby slippers, nor even a shining silver thread.

There's no place like home.

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[hoiho.livejournal.com]

Long is the road
We must travel on down.
Short are the legs
That will struggle behind.
I wish I knew for sure
Just where we're bound,
What we will be doin'
And what we're gonna find.
Wherever we go, there will be birds to cheer you
Flower to color in the fields around.
Wherever we go, I'll be right here near you
You can't get lost when you're always found.