The Youth breathes new life into
Dried up old words on dead tree sheets
Unveiling new meanings to the same old
Symbols, seeing new signs.

The forest is clearly visible from space
But the trees are palpable, hence
More real to those who rummage in
The darkness with old eyes

When "I have a bad feeling about this"
Stops evoking "disobedience" and starts
Beckoning "tell me more," the dizzying
Roundabout motion of history

Will take the nearest exit
Into new possibilities,
Never before envisioned,
Newly dreamed.