You believe that nothing you do matters.
Everything you do matters.
You think destruction is certain.
Nothing is certain.
Apocalypse
rides on a butterfly’s wing.

You know how to be a hero.
You have seen enough movies.
You are waiting for the moment to act.
What you own is already crumbling.
Nothing will endure but your spirit.
It is enough.

There’s something you might do someday
to be an agent of magic.
There is something in your heart
you are guarding like a precious fire.

Magic is not an illusion.
History has not stopped happening.
Most of what you have been told is a lie.

When it’s late at night, and you are full of despair
like a well full of poisoned water
you know that you have been lied to.
You know that we are at war
and our side’s been losing.

You know that the peace and plenty
around you are a lie
built on the misery of others.
We have traded away things of great value
for a pile of glittering toys.

But this is no time for despair.
We are just now beginning
to learn how to think as a species.
And love has not forsaken us.

Love is not dead, not damaged,
not irrelevant, not out of the question,
not defeated or lost or in the hands of the enemy
but alive within us
like the cells of our bodies
around us like our families and friends.

In this war, loving must guide us.
There’s a way for the heart to follow.
No one can tell you the special thing
you alone must do.

You wait for a hero.
It is yourself you wait for.

When you wake up
you will get to work.