A Woodman of tin, a man stuffed with straw
Each with a human-like question and flaw
Where’s the importance, in the head or the heart?
Subtle opinions, but the question still sparks
Small one caught in the middle of things
But she has both, so the questions don’t ring
Thoughts or feelings… Does one overcome?
Is one ever, and always over the other one
With one is there balance, and strengths? Yes
and no
But with only one, those weaknesses show.
Though the man of straw he thinks without
Walking, and talking; solving problems all about
The woodman of tin, subtly feels, doesn’t realize
Sorrow & regret from the tears which he cries
As for Dorothy, Seemingly glad that she has both,
But feels stuck between her friends’ opinions the most
I don’t think that either is right, Heart or a brain
I say we need to both, to be balanced and sane
Without emotions to balance out or actions, and vice versa too
I don’t know where we’d go, or what all we’d do
Insanity, and lifeless nice, like living dead men
All doing whatever, ‘cause there’s nothing to win
Though the story is fiction, the questions are real
And only with both does life seem surreal
It seems like a dream, Like going to Oz
With both of them inside of you, All mind and heart