The bell

I'll take a trip with my imagination I'll surf on the waves of reality I'll ask my conscience for clarification Then flirt and wink at my frailty A spectrum of all that can be Is cluttered by reality's mist It hardens with what i need to see But i punch through it with desire's fist No more shall i be held No less than should be I'll be measured by how hard i ring Tartarus's bells And signaling to all that i am free