Month: June 2015

Revolution

fast away,

into the dark night,

drive away,

out of the world,

of fears, and tears,

trials, and errors,

never come back.

Come back,

only for the solace of a bygone world,

where you could catch love,

like the breeze catches dust,

blow it into your face.

We are done, I say,

with the same beginnings,

the same paragraphs in open newspapers,

the monotonous softness of headlines.

I want the revolutions, the activism,

of a bygone era,

where every life,

other than your own,

mattered.