Courage, seeks the lion 

Love, aches the tin man

Backbone, hopes the scarecrow

And for Dorothy, the way back home.

We are scattered dots in broken down colors

Bygone giants of baked lava

Piecemeal pieces of a forgotten puzzle

Trying to recapture the memory of our fall.

Still we strive for identical goals

Dream our dreams, drift in shoals

Aspiring to soar to the same heights

Deserving of the same rights.

Now spread out and kept apart

Having lost the sweetness of our hearts 

We dwell in fortresses of solitude 

Where time is doled out in sound bites.

And Toto knows it all.