The cynic reviles the present; he rejects the dream;

The rebel rejects the present; he revels in the dream;

The cynic’s anger is frozen, buried in cold storage;

The rebel’s anger is molten, rage ready to engage;

The cynic sees futility in all things and all pursuits;

The rebel sees a fight for all things new and couldn’t care two hoots;

The cynic says, “All things will pass”; stays rooted, silently nursing past hurt and pain;

The rebel says, “This too shall pass”, stridently forward, moves on, angst never in rein;

The cynic stays at, “Why is the world the way it is?”

The rebel starts from, “Why is the world the way it is?”