l. When I was little,

l. When I was little, I always looked at things differently.

My blue is, for example, different from your blue

and the way I take words in it different than how you do.

As I was asked to write a poem about what I wanted to change about the world,

I had to think long and hard about it.

Because:

What do I actually want to change?

As a little kid, I wanted to free the world from evil,

but as I grew up, I understood that I am part of the evil

that I wanted to save us from.

As humans,

we ruin everything we touch,

including ourselves and each other.

I just wanted to exist in a world without limitations;

Ever since I was young, I've been sick of time ticking

a w a y.

There was always a limit to how long I had to do something, 

and I'm tired of time controlling my life.

One day, I don't want to be late,

nor early; I just want to be there,

where maybe it would be my time to stay.

Then I found out that time doesn't have feelings

nor emotions;

It's  not sympatheric.

It's not going to stop and stroke your back and

allow everything to come to a sudden halt when things

get too much.

It's going to move on, so I might as well, too.

ll. Would it be such an herotic act if I actually where

to change something? Bequeathing a legacy.

Outlasting death.

We humans act like animals

and poision the groundwater with our

toxins. Marking everything, "MINE", in a ridiculous

attempt to survive our death. The real heros are the

people who notice, paying attention, even to the smallest

things. For example: The guy who invented smallpox

vaccine, didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed

that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox.

And that

was pretty life changing.

lll. Each new discovery and innovation is world changing.

But the question was: What do I want to change

about the world we live in. And being honest:

I really don't know. And I found out, that it was difficult

to change the world. Because I wanted an impact,

so deep, that it'll reach the core. I wanted to change

the world and leave marks before I go, and create life,

and growth. And that's where I asked

for too much.

IV. And then I start to reliaze, that you can't start changing something

as big as the world we live in,

so I began small:

I should start with myself.

And it is the only thing I could change.

But then again; I am just one out of seven billion;

Only one out of infinity. I know that when I'm gone, others people's

lives will still continue; the earth will still spin, the sun will

still rise, the moon will still set and the

stars will still

shine.

So, who am I to say that I want to change something, yet just

like everyone else, supress the thoughts and postpone my actions?

V. But by changing myself, I could affect my family,

they'd have an impact on our town. our town on our

nation, and then eventually, I could have changed the world.

VI. They don't sell train tickets to the future,

so I'll never know how it'll look like over

a hundred years. And even if they did,

I don't know which stop to ride to, or maybe

I'd fall asleep with a backpack as a pillow,

and wake up,

six hundred miles

from where I was

supposed to be.

This world is shaped on ambition,

on the drive to succeed.

There are hardly any places for a quiet

soul like me.

I feel like everyone has already taken their train,

while I have yet to leave.

VII. So, what would I change about the world, you ask?

My answer now:

Nothing.

Why? Because there will come a time, when all of us are dead,,

There will come a time,

when there are no human beings remaining,

to remember that anyone has ever existed,

or that our species ever did anything.

There is no one left to remember Aristole,

Shakespeare, Bonaparte, Gorthe,

let alone you and I;

Everything that we did,

and built,

and wrote,

and thoughts,

and discovered,

will be forgotten.

VIII. We will all

f

a

l

l

under oblivion,

and that

is inevitable.