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Who Wants To Change The World?

Who Wants To Change The World?

My empty pockets are full of dreams;
for not even those
fell in the holes
But all this change is still at my feet

I know I've gotta change,
but there's no where to go
So I've found myself lost
in my imaginings -
somewhere between
my heart and my soul
Change is the bitter, change is sweet;

but change could be neither
for all I know
For there's a crippling effect
of not being crippled
in a world where only the weak survive
I mean to have both of your legs
and not be moving
is kinda like living a lie

But I don't know what
I'm meant to be,
and I don't know why I try

Standing here with
holes in my pockets,
looking for change
and wondering why