Once upon a time, there was a man or woman
That man or woman had an idea, a new perspective
It went against everything the "experts" took for granted
It was absolutely ingenious, and once he or she had spoken
It made sense
Deep in the back
Of the experts' minds
But it also contradicted
The reality they had spent
Most of their lives constructing
Rather than admit they were wrong
They decided to kill the man or woman
Hoping that somehow, the idea would die too
But of course it didn't. The truth would come out
Albeit decades, centuries after the man or woman died
Even if
It wasn't
That extreme
If they didn't kill
The forward-thinker
They would ridicule them
Rather than open their eyes
Is this what you call "progress?"
I dedicate this page to the new ideas
The ones we've found, the ones shot down
And all brilliant the ideas yet to be discovered
I dedicate this page to listening, not simply hearing
I dedicate this page to seeing the world with open eyes
I dedicate this page to all those people who feel like they're
Just sitting there quietly in the corner while the world moves on
To those people who are talking when the world doesn't want to hear
To everyone who's taken the time, found someone with a story and listened
I dedicate this page to the problems that are not always acknowledged
And to the few individuals who make efforts to find their solutions
I dedicate this page to those who haven't yet given up
Even though everything seems hopeless, futile
I dedicate this page to the people
Who are treated like problems
Waiting to be fixed
When they're
Perfect
I dedicate this page to the truth. We'll know it someday
I dedicate this page to the solution and the people
Who come closer and closer to finding it
I dedicate this page to the people
Who didn't make it to today
And to those who did
You can do it
I dedicate this page to making it through
I dedicate this page to the tunnel
But also to the light
At the end
