There is no Revolution

When I was young, I was poor,
in the fashion of the relative poverty of America
It taught me that stuff is desirable and unnecessary
As I rushed headlong through the halls of academia
I was happy to find a meritocracy that embraced me
I vowed that the power would be fought
and the cheap tangible toys of the world
would hold no sway over me
That was before I earned any real cash
before I was embroiled in the mundane melee of the work a day life
The revolution gets postponed as each one of us
gets diverted from the river of justice by prosperity
What a crazy ridiculous phrase, river of justice
But what other sort of water way should justice be,
but an open flow of momentum and clarity
Today I lived a bit,
and was bored,
aroused,
pensive,
and thoughtful (if only for a moment)
Tomorrow I will go to work
My daughter and wife will be covered by health insurance
Our rent for next month will be earned
I will put aside enough money for 1 week's groceries
Without cutting into the roughly two month's salary
in our a savings account
(set aside for emergencies)
My company will match 100% of my contribution to a 401K fund
for the day I am too broken to work,
when I am sitting back in my chair thinking this
"I wish I could have worked more
and loved life less."