Somnambulatory Amnesiac

Standing but stumbling, mumbling and grumbling

Looking for meaning in the stars

Weeping but leaping, reaping while sleeping

Screening ghostwriters for my memoirs

I was wondering about the seed and the sprout

While watering my alkanet plants

Torn asunder by seething self-doubt

While observing a colony of ants

Then it came to me all at once like a lightening bolt

It's time to change, time to dissent, it's time to revolt