Irony, Met With A Ding

How strange a feeling to want to be where you want to be.

Denied of it all due to distance, and money. 

There must be another way.

There has to be another way.

Shouldn't be up to another human's say.

We've looked through all the windows.

Step, step amongst our own family's negitivity. 

Doubt sings from their mouths like a church choir's divinity.

Dirt seeps through open cracks.

Shadows pour through lighted halls. 

Enemies bulldoze through the tightest walls. 

If there is a will there is always a way, and if there is a way...

That is the sandbox where I play. 

I wait to see the day,

To eat from jars of clay. 

Utters from the old world become nothing but stories to tell, and fables to ponder. 

Green, lean leaves laugh with likely vigor. 

Sweet smells, of oil, crab meat in an obvious contradiction to the cigar.

Let us be marry on this day of many. 

Many will come, like them all.  They come bearing gifts, gifts of the world we know now.

Be wise mankind, please take a bow...

You are on a path, i will soon forget. 

I will not let my world get what you will soon regret. 

I bide my time with your earthly chains. 

Soon, I will sustain my pain, my gain...if you will...and overlook this obtuse golden goose we call Mr. Civility.

In my mind..this creativity.

Will soon become unwasted.

I will venture forth, see what other's before me have once tasted.

Sing the song, I was born here to sing.

Till it is my time , to ring the bell of death...........ding.