A Hole In The Dam

How much must we endure
Before we decide that the 
Pattern cannot hold, that we
Must bring change, a new 
Order, to our lives, to this
World. This world is ours
To be changed.

The Cruelty of Routine

We have let ourselves find comfort in 

familiarity.

It has bred a complacent heart in me

that cares only for its routines.

This is dangerous.

This is deadly.

This can only bring about one end.

Whose hand gazes upon

and turns the wheel?

There is a change breeding

in my blood, 

in my lungs,

in my heart

that must succeed.