A rant (or observation)

as i am here, i am hopeful. i am quiet. i am calm. as i see the world, i see they are not. i am searching, while everyone else is angry with everyone else. and everyone else is angry with everyone else. and were a man to walk among them and release an end to the whole agonizing delima, like a mushroom in the wake of an atom bomb, would that spread earth wide? were a being to come and set off explosive moods of acceptance, and reassurance, and self-probing stillness, would that satisfy this never
ending purpose of me and now and mine and get and shut and top and close and end? would someone yell, "you! or yours! or come! or open! or loose! or inviting! or begin!" would we stop like insects and stare at the sky in hopes of realizing what began to take hold of life and breath and surfaces now anew!? would a howl take place for all those lonesome beasts tied down with their burden and scar? would we live? would i be. what about you?