Procrastinated Revolutionary

I can't afford a silence now

The arrow has been shot somewhere

I know it will come to me eventually 

Yet I don't want to disrupt this silence 

A soothing sedation silently veneers me

And a lethargy pervades

I've always been misinformed by the spectacles

That the arrow is far far away

Even when it pierced many hearts

I believed it was too early to respond

And I waited for the right time

To deconstruct all the hierarchies

But right time is fluid, floating and therefore can't be located

And the procrastinated revolutionary affected by materialism

Aberrated from his path

Now it is too late

The arrow is piercing my heart

Still I don't want to break the silence

Coz the right time is far far away