A single spark is all it takes to set the world in motion;
To ignite the flames of industry,
To cause quite a commotion.
It’s not always what’s to be seen;
Some whispers can’t be heard.
Movements live in song and rhyme,
To shift us sharp and blurred.
From start to end and in between,
Path’s crossing and unfurled.
For judgment, fate,
Free love and hate;
All we have and never learn.
A single spark is all it takes
To set the world to burn.