I don’t want to imagine what would happen if

None of this will end.

A cycle that drives innocent humans into

Unmarked graves and an immense sadness that

Will never leave our minds once it’s been felt.

Is there a cure for capitalism? Is there a cure for the perils of imperialism? For centuries of brainwashing done so we exist in

Perpetual doubt of Real Power

Apathetically accepting …

Maybe there’s nothing I can do?

If intent is the driving force

And you are the vessel

I see you moving buildings

Moving Congress out of their Congressional Halls

So that Real People Can Live Freely

The TV cuts out

And all the Puppet People Lose their Purpose

Money Moves Freely

And Corporations don’t own Us

We own Our Bodies and the Labour We Serve.

The Future Finds Hope In Your Mind

That you Choose to Share Freely

As I find a place in Your Memories

A prayer says:

“Time waits for no one.

I’m sorry, love.

I must keep dreaming.

Love should show you

How much you mean to me

The time I wait for you

Doesn’t mean I’m useless.

May it mean Patience

That I know

My Actions will show the World

I really care

And I can

Move

And Burn Down

Everything Taking Away

OUR TIME ON EARTH.”