Query any poem you want.

Silence pierces my mind,

a revolution abandoned in time,

we stand tall to find,

what has not been,

will be achieved by another dream,

Those that arise,

fall like tide, rhythmically

generations pass like

a stream, surge and subside,

my ego serves as a sword,

severing my connection

to the herd, yet individuality

is absurd, a billion eyes

stare up towards the same skies,

as we build a fabric of lies

manufacturing immortality

invites darkness inside - we only

awake again when

 the new revolutionaries arise.