Mutiny

Everyone always told how it was
No one said why, though.                                                                                                                           

Nonetheless he knew it.

They, all of them, all of you,

were preaching to the choir.
He could tell you a million 

and one reasons why.

But dreams are bigger than this
And they won't be put out that easy

When everything's meant to be broken

You will have to fight through and rise.

The sane filtering
of old drums banging into a calm
had long since ached for a walkway,
to heal this noise once and for all.

Motionless figures by dark corners,
Stolen glances stand to tell it all
Treading narrow slippery edges,
Eager yet afraid to take the vital call.

But dreams are bigger than this
And they won't be put out that easy

When everything's meant to be broken

You will have to fight through and rise.

Two fortunes, each day I rise to,

Awake from restless dreams 

Whence I walked alone,

Among narrow streets of stone.