I would change,

On this orb of blue,

The pendant hanging silent in space,

And on this world of individuals in equality – imprisoned in the realms of their minds,

Could there be one day,

A flash in humanity,

Where we could yearn?

Let our souls be free,

Let them err in their beauty,

Let them search for the new,

Let the souls understand as one that that is what we are,

And let the faith of the individual prosper as we utter its sacred name,

Passion.

Why do we lack this passion,

This immortal flame that makes men live and die; force forth into existence?

Burn the listless spirit in effigy,

Rise the banner of the love to know,

Just as we all love ourselves and would wrench blood for our love,

Yet our blood would be words acute in beauty,

Pinpricks of fire dancing on this miniscule region of existence.

I would lift my hand to the heavens,

And I would feel them tumble and roar,

The Earth would open its eyes to light and cry,

Knowledge is pain and pain is human beauty.

I would lift the masses of human life into motion to fulfill our destiny,

Know what conceals itself,

Release the secrets of this design.

All would love,

To learn,

To understand,

And to be original; not the monotonous drone of one being,

A fragmented stirred being at war and peace with itself as it carries all that we loved and will love.

Question would be our hunger as one,

And within ourselves we would be individual to the question,

And we will be the masters of knowledge, the generation of scholars.

On this orb,

With generations buried beneath that were young,

Were in love,

Full of hate,

In war,

And in peace,

We will finally all see,

What they cared about.

I would have the world see,

Why people have cared,

And from that we would know the oceans of blood produced on this orb are a premature condition,

The ignorance of early society,

The time before understanding.

If I had my way we would all live to know this world for what it is.

May passion to learn be our infinity.