Quietly


So here I sit in this patch of wilderness.
Chased away by the storm,
           calling quietly for the revolution
           (& like a cowardly suicide risk
                        not following through).

This world.
Humans like to understand,
except time,
like to know where we stand,
won't look around.

Dawn breaks and our minds concider
'this is a day, just like yester. and tomorrow'
We take time to happen and time for granted.

This world.
Our world.
Only love and so patient with us.