Failed Revolutionary

Your crippled heart
bathed its hands in yesterday's
      tommorows. Assurances 
that you never 
got the chance to keep.
      Too stale–too busy.
No, this is not
your failure
      alone. But
it is your failure
nonetheless. You burned
      the visage of utopia 
into your eyes, by
the mid-day sun. But
      sunset casts long 
shadows, and the earth
turns faster than 
      you think. Faster
than you dream.