Lassitude.

Everybody wants to be a rebel. They romanticize from within their lovely bubbles about the things they would like to change. They lay in bed at night and pretend that they are the beautiful, historical martyrs who were righteous enough to risk all that they had for their beliefs.

But in reality,
We still work our jobs.

But in reality,
We still watch our televisions.

But in reality,
We still play our video games.

But in reality,
We still seek escape.

I wait for the future to hit,
I wait with trepidation,
For when no one wants to fight,
For when no one is defiant,
For when the government has our power,
And all of our guns.