I Ask
How many times?
I see plethora's of well-wishers,
an entire generation in stitches-
dynamic disasters carrying the pitches,
a welcome wagon wandering the bridges,
how many times?
I see a black castle on a hill,
staring down at my will-
has Gargoyles sending its thrills,
and trained Chewies pouring the drinks
and popping its pills...
How many times?
Why would I wait for a wonderful trance?
When now has a dance,
a new job,
and a focusing stance-
gets me to my France,
I eat the food,
and pleasure my chance,
roll my dice,
and sing to the enhanced...
How many times?
Like Lewis and Clark,
I chuck darts at foreign remarks,
in the dangerous dark I part from my narks,
ease into the current date that is universe today,
seize the opportunity to meet my future mate,
by becoming a plate,
spinning in place,
dancing to a face,
racing against the blaze...
How many times?
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