I cannot help but wonder why, Wonder why things went awry. Events unfold, my story is told. But a story of what? Not gold! Nay, my wants are plain, My needs mundane. Happiness is all i need, A beautiful wife to feed, Yet i still sit in the fire of this depression, oh how dire and fickle life has become, One day a king, the next; scum. Mere consistency and joy this is all i have wanted since i was a boy. Now a man, grown yet still learning, waiting to fulfill my yearning, Waiting for an opportunity to seize, For this burning i can appease. This fire i can quench, From this hell i can wrench myself away from the self-pity, Working towards my Emerald City.