Excuse me if I don't speak to start a revolution.
Its not that I don't care.
I'm just weighed by things
which leave no room to spare
Please don't think me high or low.
I do want to harmonize.
But in the time of vital moves
my heart bleeds to slow demise.
My silence isn't meant to conceal.
Nor is acquiescence my intention.
If my walls seem too bare,
know that it wasn't for the want of attention
There's a lot I have that you could use.
I'm sorry that I let it waste.
When stories are told and history made,
I'll take my place in the darkened lanes.
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