Voice for the Visionaries

Avid are the fans of this legalism. Devoted are the proponents of this righteous movement. Set in their ways are they. Stuck in their ways I seem to be. The path they set for right or wrong is the path I, along with they, follow. When the doctrine of “always was” drowns out the practicality of “what if” and the ideology of “safe steps” dominates the hopes of “what could be”, what do we have left, how can change come? We look behind us at the path that got us here and realize it is not the best way to go. Yet we look ahead... we move ahead in the way we’ve known. The way we've hated, the way that is familiar, the way that is accepted, the way that follows what our philosophers and thinkers, as shallow as they may be, have taught, written, and demanded. Change does not come easy. We walk the path we know before we forge the path that is best. We say its worth the risk, we think we’re wrong. We are the cynics, the philosophers, the sarcastic, the analyzers, and criticizers of this generation. We see so much potential, we’ve been given vision. We see.
Avid are the fans of legalism. Devoted are the proponents of this righteous movement. Set in their ways are they. Stuck in their ways we seem to be. Why don’t the visionaries speak in the city squares? Why don’t the prophets scream from the rooftops? Why don’t the cynics rise against to bring rebellion? Why don’t the seers bring their visions to the masses? Why do we stand in the shadows of the shallow? Visionaries should be the vision casters. That we might bring what could be into the world of what is. That we could make know to all what we have spoken amongst ourselves. That we could shout from the street corners and roof tops what we have whispered in the secret places. Let us bring the visions in our eyes to the people. That change may come. That we would no longer be slaves of what has always been. That we may be free in what can be... what is. When the masses raise their voices to a mighty scream the sirens song is of no effect, indeed the sirens song is dead. Raise your voices masses. Show them what to scream oh visionaries.