Society False

Listen to me:
I bring great tidings, and things!
And all you want, see?
Hear me as I sing clear, and jingle with these bells.

I have stories, stories to tell,
Collected great wisdoms, but none of them held,
I'm saved by the bells, I wander my well,
And wonder how long I can wonder,
How long till the yonder.

You know me: you know how I spell.
You see my scribbles, my scrawls - on buildings, and halls.
I'm the vision, the bringer of smells,
Of sight and of sounds! The white on the grounds!

They pounce by the pound. To stop me.
They strike with their might. To stop me.
But stopped I will not see!
For I am the bringer of all, that lingers and falls,
And spins on, and lives on and mauls,
At all that you can see but can't call.

Society's false. I bash down it's walls.
Society's vile. We bask in denial.
Society's waltz. I dare not be taught,
What they want to teach: to other, and each,
Society falls.