Dirty coffee cups and sleepless nights,
Fighting our existing reality and for the rights
Of people we know through computer screens,
Burdened by the responsibility of unfulfilled dreams.
Fueled by the thought that we still have time -
We may still have time.
Time to grow, and break the mold
Not for the sake of undermining the old
But to build a system that will sustain more
Than constructs of those who went before.
On everyone but yourself, you’ll be lenient
Willing to be anything but convenient.
Refusing to be rebels without a cause,
Like bootless cowboys and unarmed outlaws.
"Why do you concern yourself with things that don't affect you?"
What you don't see is that your silence won't protect you.
Revolution isn't something one can make or buy,
It's something you must be, lest your spirit die.
This prison became our home when we were handed our key,
And breaking out of it is our expression of anarchy.
You ARE the movement and it’s a noble endeavor!
You were never really meant to live forever.
