These changes coming.
Like the last time it all went down.
Revolutionary.
Only the cowards are running.
And we awake after the dreams.
If we are lucky.
Dreams not finished, and worse, ones not remembered, are the true tragedies.
But they are not real, only hopes gone wild.
Even when dreams are dark, we search for light.
Always seeing our way through.
If only we could know each other fully.
Not all silence.
Not all wondering.
Just enough, though, to stay on our minds.
Because minds are curious.
Minds burn.
No ridicule, it is utterly pointless, diminishing everything.
Understand, instead.
If important.
If meaningless, ignore.
