The Power to Change
Change—
always something people say will happen.
Change is always coming,
in different ways
different forms
but somehow it seems to
always be at bay.
I would change the world.
Erase
the debt
the fear
the war
the poor—
all the horrors of the world.
I would paint the world.
Fill it in
with new vibrance
new life
new happiness
true camaraderie
and true peace.
Power—
always striving for it
such an intangible thing; yet
it is still somehow attainable.
With the power,
I would change the world.
I would change the world.
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shelbyfrazier
I'm not much of a poet; I'm actually more of a visual artist, but hey. I try. Check out my blog if you like! For the time being it is showing some of the things I do, the thoughts I think, and the places I've been. I'll definitely be posting more of my actual art. Go poetry! http://shelbyfrazier.wordpress.com/
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