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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


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