The whole world needs change It’s bigger than they think It doesn’t matter, Though it seems to. Nothing changes Unless we do. Nothing changes Until we choose to.
It doesn’t matter Who wins or loses You will still bet your horses You will still drive for miles You will still live Under the illusion of comfort. Change happened Along time ago It has been lost For so long now. There is no going back There is no making amends It is only now There was only then. It’s fake It’s phony The kindness and smiles The hope and the attitude That we will last a while. It’s fake and it’s phony That we’re all kind and good The greater the light shines The darker the hood. I’m sick of pretending That I’m doing just fine I want to be dark I don’t want to be blind I’m sick and I’m tired Of living in riddles. You can play games I can’t play the fiddle. I’ve had enough There’s no end Of the comings and goings And people still cling To the illusion of knowing. How can there be Any talk of reprimand Our destiny lies In the fate of our hand. I’m sick and I’m tired Of playing the game Of backwards and forwards Of time and its gaze. It’s all a mess It’s bigger than that It’s strange and it’s complex So why are we talking? Why do we try? If life is what’s given And we’re born to die. Born to live for sure But to what scale? What sense? It’s all talk. There’s no law. There’s just chaos and nonsense. Business as usual Or so it would seem What dream do they make us Live to the extreme? How much do we control Our decisions and doings Or else being told What is best for our pursuings It’s senseless. And dark. Though it’s shattered And shamed It’s bigger than it seems It’s bigger than the game. I’m sick of the trying I’m tired of the talk I want to try and listen But I’m bored and cut short My words mean as much As a bird on a twig Can break in an instant Can’t fly, then it’s dead. My heart is a wrench That pushes and pulls That screams, that questions, That wants and lets go. My thoughts are a weapon My words are the grill I’m big enough to let go But hold on still. I know that it’s needed Though I suffer in shame For asking, what is left of me? My person? My name? You’re taken for granted N you’re sure to leave it still I know you’ve been wasted I’m on top of the hill The Sun sets its greeting It’s over and out The Sky has awakened My hunger and doubt. I’m surrounded by commotion By movement, by needs By tetris and pettiness By cumbersome greed. My time has been broken I’m wanted and frail I’m lost and I’m empty Hope can’t prevail. Though end is not wanted There’s beauty in grief In deep love and empathy In planting a seed. We’ll watch it grow And feed it life And harvest up the wood To light a fire Warm and bright Beneath the harlequin night Where empty pockets Fill our bones And lips are parched and weak No stories left. All gone, no death. Next to our heaving breathe. Change is what’s needed Though I’m not there yet Change is what’s wanted Though I’m caught in a debt. It’s bigger than that It’s bigger than claimed You cannot know what lies Ahead of the game. Be kind Be still Be patient Be bold Be a weapon Be a person Be a plant and take hold. It’s all lost for now Though we’ve still got life yet And responsibility For all that is left. To revive? Maybe. To survive? Perhaps. To ignite? I suppose. To divide and decide. Make change. For change is what we’re looking for. -Ruby Everett
