dear somebody

Dear absolute anarchist,
Righteous rebel,
Or whatever you want to call yourself
There is no support for your cause because you don't have a cause
The system IS the people because EVERYONE is the man
And you're just disappointed that you haven't found a way to be the best
You're fighting a war on apathy, an assault on boredom
(Hopefully) Nobody is stopping you from choosing to live the life you want to live, as long as you're not hurting others or taking away their right to choose
If you want change, invent a better system
Be the truth no person can deny

You are the neatly folded corners of a movement that never got started, never had velocity or direction
The good intentions that couldn't decide what exactly good was, or what you intended for that matter
You are saying the same things over and over again because you can't think of anything better to say
Year after year you wash the same pots and pans, the same national flag plates, coffee mugs and clear glasses
You casually complain about the same corporations dominating our media outlets, yet you watch their stations anyway, just to make fun of them with your friends, of course
You are disgusted with the clothes that she wears because of the labor used to produce them, or the food he buys because of how it was raised and manufactured and processed, yet you don't grow your own food or sew your own clothes
Imagine if everyone from every major city owned their own plot of land and raised a farm
What if all six billion people in the world clear cut large portions of land?
Would there be a tree or wild animal left on earth?
Humans are not alone on this planet