Saving The World

Take your pages of opinions

out into the big picture

inset them, like a polaroid

and crush them carefully

within your hateful fist of revolution.

Validation sleeps for now, silently

Change the world, pick it up and drop it down

March a path against apathetic generations

that many have walked (and stumbled)

through centuries of unrest and discontent.

Use your newborn mind to try to achieve

that which has been done before.

Your wake up call is weak in this place

because your conviction is null.

Take it out of here and strip yourself

Naked and bleeding upon your cross

before the mass of bleating animals

waiting for a new leader, a new idea.

March upon that which you hate

with courage and weeping sores.

Let the puss and infestation

smash droplets of faith

in your wake

Carving new times

and perfect hope.

Raise a handful of justified paper

up high, punch the air

and tell them your word is law.

You are their saviour

Responsible for their vapid lives

You are free to spend your time

thinking of new ways to confuse

and trick all into believing your truth.

Those who have fallen along the way, poor souls

They fall and sleep soundly on a comfortable path

To be ridiculed for their confusion.

They once stood, shouting and abandoned

in mispent youth and early days

of fucking each other on hill tops

whilst brandishing thoughts in yelled slogans

born of inexperience and adrenaline and not much else

life never lived, not yet.

When wisdom comes, it is not born of thoughts

It's a by-product of a vacant existence

and then you're too old and entrenched

Too tired and bound

to do a damn thing about it.

~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes aka SRWB 2010