The World Could Still Be Otherwise

THE WORLD COULD STILL BE OTHERWISE We keep singing how the world could be, even while it isn’t. The ground hums beneath the factory and the field alike. We build the rhythm out of breath and borrowed time. Hope is sometimes nothing more than a quiet voice that whispers... something can be done. The song begins small — a breath, a question — then splinters into movement, defiant and alive. We stumble, recover, improvise, finding melody in the friction. And somewhere between discord and harmony, the tune learns to live with itself. Keep singing. Keep listening. The world could still be otherwise.