What am i being paid for

To sit here and rot?
While others move 'round me
Without second thought

Truly there must be
A reason we're here?
Maybe just avoiding
A sudden creeping fear.  

As the islands go under
And the houses give way
It's harder and harder
To imagine "someday"

I brace myself
For the spine shattering shiver

Leave the door open
By only a sliver.