Lucid Amnesiac

Standing but stumbling, mumbling and grumbling Looking for meaning in the stars Weeping but leaping, reaping while sleeping Screening ghostwriters for my memoirs I was wondering about the seed and the sprout While watering my alkanet plants Torn asunder by seething self-doubt While observing a colony of ants Then it came to me all at once like a lightening bolt It's time to change, time to dissent, it's time to revolt