I am aware
That I make largely empty gestures
Angry and defiant
At the establishment
The established norm
Even though I have no clue if I am making one bit of a
difference.
I am aware
That getting angry
Doesn’t solve any problems
But I do think
It motivates me to try
I am aware
That I am weak
That poverty is a weapon
That freedom is
A state of mind
I am aware
That I can only help
Those in my immediate environment
And that I can’t even do that
If I don’t first help myself
I am aware
That I am trapped inside my own mind
A prison of my own making
And that days go by
When no one knows I’m alive
-- Not even myself
I am aware
That time is inevitable
That change is improbable
That I’m fighting against the current
Fighting for my life
I am aware
That there are children watching me
And there’s my answer
My salvation
Because they can’t see their way out of the forest
Unless I first make a way for myself.
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