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?