whisper of a revolution

"What are you doing here”? Nothing but the rants of a mad man No backing to them But that which is seen in dreams We must plug our ears and shield our eyes before our minds Are too corrupted By his speech for nothing good can come of a man who buys His bread with air and feeds his children flowers dripping With the dew while they are dreaming of honey so turn your Head away before your captured in his eye that sparkle of a Place we can never achieve stick to what we know one foot After the other the common pace of gravel roads traveling The path everyone knows eyes fallen to the ground the Chattering silence will lead us safely to a place that Promise nothing but an empty bed. But that is all we need Because we are trusting in the ones who have made it (forgive me for how terrid this is i'm in china and dont have any way to edit this and just wanted to post something before i got home )