How do I change a broken world? I met someone, once, who told me that we 
All began this life with a purpose. 
Sometimes, we lose sight of our purpose 
And our vision is clouded with what we think is 
Our purpose. This is how we are controlled. 

I was never distracted. 

I am certain of my purpose. 

I must change this broken world. 

How do I fix this grieving home? 

Trash is tossed over the wall. 
Furniture, stuffed toys and people — 
It all blurs at some point
When it gets tossed over there
Over there! 

I am different, though.

I can see what the adults cannot.

I must hold together my grieving home.

How can you lie still in a crumbling land?

A cyclone spins through this planet.
Whirling winds whipping and whishing — 
At the cycle’s center lie the hearts of martyrs.
They fall. They are torn; they rise; they walk again.

I am not a patient kid, but

My purpose holds me still.

To win, we must wait.

How to change this broken world?

Do not raise your arms in surrender.
But rather hold still
Watch closely
And wave a slow, muted goodbye.

Then turn, and walk onward.