"They Say"
They say that they can feel me.
I want to touch them with my prose and embrace their souls, sparing them from the devils that so haunted me.
They say that they can hear me.
I want my words to resound within their skulls, breaking up the mired continence that is what they have come to know.
They say that they can taste my passion.
I want to savor the sensation of knowing that I inspired a generation to think independently, rather than blindly accepting the biased musings of the mainstream media.
They say that they can smell my dreams coming to fruition.
I want the fruits of my labor to hang low enough for even the smallest of children to bear.
They say that they can see my vision.
A peaceful place for all inhabitants of the earth
Regardless of supposed stature or material worth.
They say that they can do a lot of things now that I recall.
But that only leaves us to wonder,
Is any action going to follow it all?
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