It's hard sometimes to remember the good
The blessing of the earth
When all the world is falling apart
Death, disease, disasters, disregard
I feel like a ******* hypocrite
To see this all around me
Then take escape to a different place
In my body and my head
But my heart?
How do I sneer at those above me
But turn my head to those below?
What drives these people to do the things they do?
Is it hope? Is it empathy?
Or is it love that all of this is about?
What drives these people to do the things they do?
Is it hatred? Addiction? Misfortune?
Or is it fear that all of this is about?