Seven Years

Seven years now,
and I still haven't
gotten over it.

I wasn't even there,
and am not bothered
by what resulted by it,
but I think it deserves
more than we've given it,
what happened
seven years ago.

That we're still living
almost exactly as we were
is something worth thinking
about, not the mere fact
that we survived, but
that it happened and it
seems to have had
no impact, just something
that happened, something
to hang a president over,
because he thought
something should result
from it, something to make
the world different.

But it was seven years ago,
and now nothing's much
different. We certainly
didn't change our mind
about him. We didn't change
anything. No,
prove me wrong.

It was a morning that
put me over an edge,
it was something that
I didn't understand
and still don't, and that's
what I think changed,
what we should take notice of.

Something changed,
and nothing did.
But it's seven years now,
and I still feel
much as I did then.

As if there is a difference,
and that's what we shouldn't
forget.