On a whim, almost a bet actually, he came. Not riding on a horse, not even with a purpose. He just came. He hadn’t expected much so he had no expectations but before he knew what had taken shape… he was official.
Now equipped with a new game plan he decided to stir things up, give ’em what they needed, then get “outta dodge.” However, something happened along the way. The yellow brick road appeared and some of the inhabitants of this odd and far off place enchanted him. This was unexpected.
Time passed and a myriad of emotions came and went weekly… daily… hourly. So much to digest one has to almost regurgitate some to allow others to thrive. Not an internally appealing sight but necessary to be sure. Otherwise, psychological and spiritual overload takes over with sirens blowing, red lights flashing, the whole ball of wax.
Incredibly enough he was being pulled many ways, like salt-water taffy, through every fault of his own. His roller coaster ride saw no end. When he had purchased the ticket he hoped for an early exit but none was in sight. A few of the attractions of this park had actually attracted him. Such as a bad dream though he reached and reached but fell just a little bit short… for a variety of reasons.
When he finally exited through the turnstiles he realized that he was going in circles. It was weird and wonderful as he hated the circling but had no desire to stop. His rut was on.
Later, after much thought and absolutely no thought, he become conscious that nothing would be as he wanted it. Fantasy couldn’t carry him anymore. He was drained of his power.
So the little boy who could and more importantly wanted to… made a U-turn and sadly went home.