Away From The Fog

The hands have almost reached the time,
To me, to free, depart.
I’m standing here at ‘strange ways’ gate,
Waiting for life to start.
No snowball ever had momentum,
To match mine, in my mind.
And no persons ever been inventive,
Compared to what I’ll find.
You see, I’ve scaled the great, great wall,
And run back from the sun.
Lassoed the moon and won my war,
And so many things I’ve won.
My heart as well has had some joy,
With mant minds from here,
Although in end, they blew away,
My mind held on in fear.
Why is it that I take these walls?
As if it, they, build walls?
Protecting me from the cold outside,
Protecting me from fall?
Some day I think my mind shall rest.
And give the day my chance,
And then my soul will lead ye all,
On a merry, merry dance.