There’s no place like home
of that much I’m certain
I’m not trying to make sense
of who’s behind the curtain.
I’m not looking for courage,
or a brain or a heart.
I’ve got all that I need
and I’m ready to start.
So down the yellow brick road I go.
When I click my heels thrice,
I’ll be back home.
“I’m not looking for courage
or a brain or a heart”
That’s courage already. Good poem.