It’s Friday and I’m passing the station
But
Right above the station steps
Lies a young man standing
Most likely in his twenties
Trying to run away from life
Contemplating the feeble jump.
Only a few people notice
One lady says ‘you don’t wanna do this’
In an attempt to comfort him
And I think
There’s so much to live for then just this one jump
100 metres down
But then
Right around the corner
There’s some people in blue vests
Striking up a conversation
About how some girls don’t have access to education
But my money can help
And my blood boils
It curdles
I think
Theres a young man going to commit suicide and
only five people noticed
Yet 20 people in blue vests picket for education in third world countries
I guess I should donate all my money to this cause so that will fix one problem
But what about that boy who’s going to jump right around the corner
just ignore him ?
we’re too focused on changing the world
so he’s irrelevant
Making this big change in far away places
Helping people we don’t even know
But what about our own?
No one realizes
hat if change is right around the block
But maybe just maybe a revolution is just waiting to happen
If we stop that boy from falling
What if?