We were supposed to change the world,
but instead,
the world changed us.
Changing the world ended up being . . . well, a lot of work.
We got caught up in the grind,
just to survive our lives—and the dreams of changing the world
slowly died in the mind.
Time went by,
and instead of breaking the wheel,
we helped spin it.
We became what we wanted to change . . .
Our revolution
just
faded away . . .
We were always thinking that we could change things
on another day.
We became what we wanted to change . . .
Always products of our environments . . .
That’s what they say,
don’t they?
But,
I look at the world
and want to rage against it all.
I want to see these systems fall.
. . . Raging against our environment,
and not adapting to it,
makes it
dangerous
for us
who don’t
want to become
what we wanted
to
change.
So the world stays the same.
-C.H.