This world is in progress
I sense a change in the world
I feel it in the subtle ripples of society.
In the collected deposit and laundry
twittered voices
I sense it.
there is punk. punk is not dead
there is art. Art is not dead
There is us. We are not dead
And as long as we are not
dead, there is still this hunger
the hunger for the better
there’s a world. Outside
the open road calls
we will answer it
Soon.