Still Here

Where was I?
Once upon a time, I was at the revolution
With the bright burning ones
And the dirty awkward ones
All uncomfortable in their skins.
Hands in pockets, I was there.
Witness, though, not martyr.
I’ve no desire?
Yes, that’s been said.
You’ve no desire.
But I still am what I was
I am content to build the world from that
Rather than destroy it to suit me.
Yes, I was there.
And I am still here.

Yeah, I woke up with that stuck in my head.  Sorry about that.

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