In front of me, there is
Sensitivity but no respect
Revision but no change
Charity but no real action
Apathy; no opinions

There is a malevolent, beautiful perfection
I feel it slick and cold

Your optimism beats my realism, my cynicism
In keeping you down

In front of me
There needs to be

Intelligent people
who see past their education

who see
not what they want,
but what they **need