Look at me
Self declared revolutionary
By-product of bile from the 20th century
Well your mind I will
I'll scowl and vomit all over this place
This being I love; this world I hate
Well your mind, and
Is all too well known, too well shared
I complicate things behind lengthy hair
Well my mind is pretty
I'll throw my fists to stand up for it
But still I tick away inside thinking…
Look at me, why don't
you look at me?
Why don't we recognize each other?
When did we stop becoming humans?
When was the world
thrown off of its axis?
Why do we pay with blood and taxes?
Why are we so far away from ourselves?
Look at me, and I'll
look at you
No opinions, no preconceptions
Just understanding, comprehension
Realization that in
Stands another person like you
Who is also alive
And maybe then, I'll
I'll still say I'm bile from lost times and ideals
I'll still calculate and throw my fists
But hopefully you will
I don't like to ignore what's in my presence
I would prefer not to hate
look at me
I'll look at you
We'll be at peace
For no more antagonisms
No more superficial declarations
We should all only look and appreciate
And maybe then, we'll
stop the world
Maybe then, we'll forget about fate
Because we've finally all noticed one another
And the cobwebs and the
Will be left for yesterday
And our faces won't be so sullen.