I set off to change the world,
But alas, the world instead changed me.
I tried best to make a difference,
Sadly, things were not to be.
Is it naive to be optimistic,
Though with a pessimistic mind?
To believe good things indeed result,
from the determination of human kind.
As I lament sorrow of the passing,
Of that last true breath of hope.
The distant dream of a better future,
Lost at the moment when I woke.
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