All of this
Work, insinuating
Writing... What ever
Happened to
Making change,
Pushing boundaries,
Seeing something new?
Concerns now
Circulate
Around love,
Complaints, Writing,
But revolution
Is gone from
Sight; Thoughts
Of change
Abound no more;
Ideas lie buried
Beneath the rubble
Of the crumbled foundation.
The house survives,
Flourishes,
But cannot
Stay standing
For much longer.