From The Lab

Change By Itself

Change by itself is ambiguous,
Too broad a word and oddly confining;
One lone soul may plant the seeds,
But the environment nurtures and decides
The direction of it's accepted chaos,
While acceptance itself morphs and multiplies,
Unable to ever be accurately pinned down.
Leaders will grasp to catch this breeze,
And risk looking the fool of public servitude,
In that jester's costume of red/blue ties and loafers,
This being what freedom sometimes demands,
Though very rarely deserves.

The power to change lies dormant
In everyone, though it is no small feat to be awakened,
Yet, once the sleeping eye finally blinks open,
It can allow the flawed man to reach greatness, and
The perfect man to fall into ruined disgrace.
Change works in both directions, as does a country.

America as a country is far from perfect,
But this is not a negative thing;
Perfection should never be made a goal,
It is unobtainable and allows no room for growth.
The future of this nation is hazy,
While somewhere off in the distance, greatness hides within the fog.