New Old

We alter what we have, thinking that we deserve better, the grass must be greener with another, or at least, it's going to be another color.

Give me a cause to believe in! Send me to Ethiopia, I'll help save the whales, let's free political prisoners in Bosnia, down with Bush!

Is this fear? Or am I simply fighting against stasis? I keep moving, there are too many things to do, I have to be this and that for so many people, how can I be in stasis?

Everyone's so busy now, but do we move ahead?

The others lie in water, translucent like jellyfish, awaiting discovery. I want to hold them, but I'm afraid of getting stung. I don't dwell on land, but oh, why is it so hard to swim?