My Idealistic Friend, a Poem by Mark Tulin

Crow On The Wire

My idealistic friend believes
in big things,
in revolutions,
in developing an economic system
so everyone has an equal chance.

He wants to rearrange the solar system
so there’s more light in the world,
to be a part of a larger, more fantastic
plan, transforming
our universal mind,
our myths and fairy tales.

But he doesn’t understand.
It’s not just his or my world
to change or rearrange.
It belongs to everyone.

I told my idealistic friend
that I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Who am I to decide?
I have enough problems
breaking my ego
and keeping my soul alive.

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