Where Am I

Where Am I

I ask confused

it's almost like somone blew a short circuit on a fuse

so where am I 

I muse

this isn't real but it feels real

maybe if I blink I'll discover it was just a drill

but no

this is the real deal.

How is it real I ask, 

again where am I

no one knows but we all laugh it off

words go unspoken 

and now were too far out.

So again I ask where am I

yesterday I was in a dream

now we hear screams of the innocent

begging for the bare minimum 

mercy, that is

so I ask again where am I.

I can't seem to recognize what we've become

basic rights thrown out the door

what more can billionaires possibly want

what more will we turn our attention from

Where am I

I ask

is this the same place that I once roam

well now it doesn't feel like home

where is the place full of basic rights

empathy

freedom

the place that was once my home.

Again I ask 

Where Am I.

I ask again

Is this the world 

if not 

then where is the world

the one I once knew

this one seems

too blue

too few

too inhumane

so I ask again 

where is the world I once thought I knew

Where am I 

I ask again 

Where Am I.