out of place
they feel their life span
should have coincided with the movement
but chaos happens for a reason
and these old souls
find feet planted firmly on new ground.
dreams frustration what ifs persists
if you wait for the water to calm
depth becomes clear
and they will divulge the vision
some of peace
some of armed conflict
i straddle the fence
but know i would end
sending and receiving bullets.
different time
different life
adaptive strategies
for the new world.
no one leader to lead
these new revolutionaries
operate in a singular group influential mode
they lead themselves
through various paths of life
motivating people on an individual level.
like minds never group up
these loners flow like water
hard to pin
hard to target
they gave up the idea
of a loud public voice
they let the mediocre shout powerless chants
these silent knights
inspire each other
keep pushing
knowing change will come quietly.
one revolutionary awakens the next
particles accumulate in the air
heavy with burden
they fall
seep into the earth
gather underground
form rivers
bursts through ground without warning
and before you know it
it's over
but the impact well documented.
