Void

Everyone has a desire to be heard, a desire to be recognized

A dream full of naivety, trapped inside those with stars in their eyes

To somehow break through the surrounding noise 

To reach out and grab hold of something in the void

An innate will that refuses being relegated to silence

A push back against the waves of violence

Everyone has a desire to tear down their artificial walls

And create a ripple so large it reverberates the halls

Raging against the machinations of the world at large

Gnashing and clawing at those in charge

It's not a revolution or coup d'etat

It's the next evolution of the human coup de grâce

The never ending spiritual renaissance  

That echoes on in a shallow ambiance

Moving with the ebb and flow of those employed

In the effort to make something out of the void