A writer paces the floor
angry at himself for not being able to
write the story in his head.
Every time he sits down to write
the characters take on a life of their own
and change the story against his will.

There are protests, anger in the streets,
as the board members stand silently at the window
looking down, wondering how loing it will be
before the people do what they are supposed to.

A young person sits idle,
fat and lethargic on the couch, playing video games.
She doesn’t know what else to do, because
all of the options she was taught about
were not for her.

There was a time when children were taught
to explore their worlds, test the environment,
and find their own role; their own value.

The environment demands that we discover
our roles ourselves,.. day by day.
Without knowing anything in advance.
There is no other way.