Ok. Something in me just broke. I don’t know what it was or how it happened…but The Times They Are a-Changin came on my ipod and I just started WEEPING. And I just kept weeping for the earth and for humanity and for how lost we all are. I stood in the middle of the road unblinking…unable to move…listening to it on repeat honestly 18 times. Adam drove past me and didn’t stop…and at that point I just sat down in the middle of the road. Lost. Broken. I didn’t have any impulse to move or blink or even breathe. I was just frozen and weeping and so helpless. There is nothing I can do and we are DYING. I am living in a broken and dying country. We are so fucking COMPLACENT. What the fuck. I mean what. the fuck. This is how it ends. We are all too BLIND to even see our country is dying. North Korea just attacked South Korea and we’re still fucking COMPLACENT. We’re still just worried about black friday sales. I mean no America isn’t going to be sent up into flames tomorrow…but it’s just too late. Things are this bad and still NO ONE is waking up. I feel so alone in the fight here. I feel useless. What the FUCK are we supposed to do? I didn’t make this mess but now I have to clean it up and I don’t know how and above all…I CANNOT. I cannot save this country. I have to live within this dying country and continuously watch it self-destruct and no matter how much I fight…EVERYONE around me only cares about their fucking facebook status. AND I DO TOO. And I hate myself for that. I hate getting caught up in it and loving my life and not wanting it to change but knowing it has to change and wanting the change but wanting the same and not knowing what to do or how to do it or how to be patient or why no one else cares. I am lost.

And FUCK I forgot that it hurt to be around you. It hasn’t hurt in so long and I really thought it never would but that fucking HURT.

What the FUCK.  

 

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

 

 

 

Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west
Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast
With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest
At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east

Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod
And where power and position are equated with the grace of God
These times are famine for the soul while for the senses it’s a feast
From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east

Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
Hunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented room
Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
And there’s a God-sized hunger underneath the laughter and the rage
In the absence of light
And the deepening night
Where I wait for the sun
Looking east

How long have I left my mind to the powers that be?
How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me?

Power in the insect
Power in the sea
Power in the snow falling silently
Power in the blossom
Power in the stone
Power in the song being sung alone
Power in the wheatfield 
Power in the rain
Power in the sunlight and the hurricane
Power in the silence
Power in the flame
Power in the sound of the lover’s name
The power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer released
At the edge of my country, I pray for the ones with the least

 

 

And at the end of the day…when all the tears have been shed…the only thing I can do is use my pain as fuel and give myself over to hope. The smallest and the strongest light in the darkness. Hope. I believe.

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2 thoughts on “

  1. FUCK.  i know exactly what you mean….less than half of my class, when asked by my teacher, had any idea about whats going on between north and south korea…i cant stand america sometimes. its so fake. and delusional. so fucking DELUSIONAL

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