Revolution

Sometimes you just can't sleep when your mind gets going, you open up your heart and the words start flowing. Once you've got the passion going it's like a fire, burning up all self-pity and desire. This is how the movement starts, once you realize your generation is falling apart. This can't be acceptable, somebody must be held accountable. It's my generation that has the call, we have to be the ones to change it all. Yet here we stand a generation of statistics, the product of a few men's analytics. We're expected to fail and told we'll quit, that we owe a debt already that we can't remit. This comes from those who sold my generation for some here and now; without remediation. We're no longer individuals, we're a mass market, the largest mass media target. Yet they won't even let us take our own blame, it's something we have to realize if we're to remain. In a world where rebellion is regarded as the norm we have to start a revolution of a new form. It won't start loud and it won't start large, just a few here and there standing up and taking charge. Something like this is volatile, it won't fit with the in style. It's a movement that will be heard, you can't squelch the sound of the word. This isn't just being different, that's what made you want to make a difference. This is being different out loud, amidst the people and crowds. This is a revolution.