When Democracy Came

Democracy was coming, and there was nothing I could do.

Voices of parallel universes merged in my head and sang me a lullaby on my bed.

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I fought so hard, but I could not resist

Change was rising like the sun after a storm, and I could do nothing to stop it.

I stomped my feet till I was tired, then had no choice but to listen.

You shot me with the arrows of truth and persistence.

I wanted to block it out and tell bitter tales of its unpleasantness, only to find myself tapping my foot to its beat and melting in the words sung by voices I never thought I would hear again.

There is more out there. More coming your way. Find it inside yourself to know that there is more, and it has been held down and not allowed to see the light or touch a single drop of water.

I doubted it so hard, but I had to let go. It was then that I found everything.

Jump and fly. Do it now. Make it happen. Rock it. Hit it. Forget the dumb stuff. Make it so.

Don’t lie down, don’t regret. Make it happen.

Democracy was coming, and I didn’t want it

I just wanted to be stuck and going nowhere.

Sometimes, I know I am still fighting and must let it go. I keep sticking to the physics around me, but I know in my heart I can float where there is no law.

The night sky twisted and pulsed with winds of change.

It brought me tastes I never knew I could imagine.

One after the other, beautiful and seasoned voices sang to me.

I listened to them as they spoke to my heart.

There was another world, and I was in awe.

The language was precious. 

Their wisdom was undeniable.

When democracy came, I cried.

I mourned all of my wasted time.

I was fighting within the bubble of my ignorance.

I was lazy and missed a lifetime of words.

When democracy came, everything came to life.