A Man Walks Into A Bar...

A man walks into a bar and has one question,
The bartender has his third eye waiting for the cash,
Greed awaits its calling,
But the man ignores the bartenders hungry eyes and sits,
He looks deep into the reality of today,
He wonders of the times that he has chosen this road,
Grieve pulls him so close to his chair,
But something stops him there,
His heart has finally reached the rivers,
Tears that drown in never ending sorrow,
Fear for what’s coming in the morrow
A heart that has been locked in an invisible door,
Tiresome of the situation has raised a confrontation,
As the bartender asks what he wants,
He stands up and says I want what I want,
He sets his mind on his OWN fate,
Opens a door to climb a new gate.