This room, this dungeon, this fortress of solitude,
these walls, this prison,
some see it as a privilege I was given.
In this state, with these people,
in this world, give me a break……
give me an 8.7 magnitude earthquake,
right along the San Andreas fault line,
as a message,
that breaks through.
To all those that abuse life,
addicts telling me I worry too much,
while they wait for their next fix,
people telling me there is a time and a place,
but I may not be in that place next time,
like speaking the truth is a crime.
Everyone is reaching for vanities,
as a temporary solution,
for loss of sanity,
with absolutely no reason.
The state of four seasons,
that never change,
people are strange,
Washed like a pair of denim jeans,
in an 80 pound spin cycle,
and I’m just trying to get rinsed,
my own personal baptism.
All those around me accusing me,
accusing me of being a narch,
because I vow to be different,
avoiding temptation,
80% of the time,
unless I’m eating hamburgers at the In N Out line.
I don’t need to indulge in everything,
In my path,
I’m not 17,
and this is not my candy store,
not anymore,
people say well why don’t I move,
because I’ve done more for this country then you,
could imagine.
We have problems because I’m not sold,
that I see this world as a little bit cold-
er then I remember being born,
I’m just a checkered flannel sweater,
that this country has torn,
to shreds,
with every negative statistic in the books,
and everyone talks about change,
my well wouldn’t that be grand?
and I’m supposed to alter my life,
to live life as planned,
no way, not today, not never,
you think you’re clever,
but you kiss ass,
trying to reap fields,
when you only require a single blade of grass,
showing nothing of loyalty,
only interested in royalty,
like a can of Castrol oil to me,
you’ll be changed and gone in two months.
My objective,
is backed by perspective,
I’m selective,
and you’re trying to be infective,
offering corrective action,
but you are acting,
lacking,
a sense of security,
If this was a booth,
you would be done,
and the truth,
will continually come,
from my mouth,
to your ear,
no fear.
Lot’s of love,
Yours truly,
Ryan Allen Kelly
Ryan Allen Kelly 