How Many?

How many minds
Must change

To create a lasting
Shift in reality?

With so many eyes
Glued to a phone,

Their sweet attention-power
Siphoned away.

Maybe it’s their hearts
We need to reach?

Or the part that remembers
More than this current dream?

Lord knows I have 
Enough trouble

Making a lasting change 
In my own reality game,

Why do I continue to hold
Hope that more is possible for humanity?

I remember—much more than
We have collectively agreed to validate.

And—my heart nearly always 
Gives too many fucks.

Am I crazy?
Am I surrounded by crazy?

Discernment can be
A beast some days.

We need a flash mob
Of joyful remembrance.

Reminding our hearts of 
Our common sense.

What instrument do you play?
Do you sing and dance?

We need a bunch of practice first,
But, it’s gonna be epic.