Step Forward, Step Foot.

I'd like to step foot,
In the land of dictatorships,
Despots,
And dead-men;
To voice my Western opinion,
Through the veil of the immune.

I'd like to step foot,
In the land of the lions,
The gazelle,
And bright birds,
To experience all,
That cannot be said through mere words.

I'd like to step foot,
In the land of old Queens;
The land of abdication,
From which the French coast, it gleams.

I'd like to step foot,
In the permafrost of the north,
And experience why,
Others don't venture forth.

I'd like to step foot,
In the tropics of the south,
Where the rain pounds just like,
A forgotten old sink,
In which the sound is so loud,
You can't hear yourself think.

I'd like to step foot,
On the island of the abnormal,
Off the coast of the near-east,
Where it seems strange to act formal.

I'd like to wade through,
The ocean of men,
In a Tokyo square,
In which you lose count at ten.

I'd like to float forth,
From the bounds of this Earth,
And with my own eyes,
See all life as it's worth,
From our desolate moon,
Watch our world as it rise,
And from eons away,
Watch a star as it sighs.

I'd like to see life,
Through my eyes,
As a prize.