I look around,
And what do I see?
I see laziness,
I see dis concern,
I see chaos where no one will help!
I am scared to admit what I must,
But what other choice do I have?
The world is dying,
No one will help,
They lay in their homes,
Thinking of nothing but themselves.
I would know;
I'm one of them.
However,
I look again and wish,
Wish there was something I could do,
But what is there?
The chaos that lingers,
The discomfort that I feel,
How do I leave it?
How do I help?
How can I save others from their own destruction?
How...?
Maybe...
Maybe it only takes one...
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