Welcome
As they drive by they stare
But never stop to care
Judging you while they pass
Wondering what you’re doing there
What’s your story?
But what’s there’s?
Full of assumptions
With little proof of the truth
The world is burning
And it’s starting with you
Welcome to the world I’m living in
I welcome it to you
Preoccupied but able to judge
As they give nothing about you
But think that they know you
Your life story
What brought you to that curb
What tore your life down
To that small fragment of anything
Unable to be repaired
The world is burning
And it’s starting with you
Welcome to the world I’m living in
I welcome it to you
The version of this reality is skewed
Abandonment, pain, and sorrow
Mourn those of the less privileged
Struggling to make any progress
Is the fight against madness
What the less privileged must endure
The world is burning
And it’s starting with you
Welcome to the world I’m living in
I welcome it to you
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