Do you live in a makeshift home
A cardboard box you live in alone
And are there decorations on the wall
Or do you bother with all that at all
Coz I've watched lives burned down to dust
Watched the vagaries and the absent trust
As everything turned out naught
Like you're a fisherman and your net was caught
But I've also seen sunrise break up the day
Tell the night that it will be okay
And the fading of twilight come the dawn
Is like Easter when the winter is gone
And I've lived both sides of the conunderum
I been so sure that I left them wondering
If it's just a delusion I've held onto
But the truth is fire and it's burning you
And there are eaves that run with the power of rain
A summer solstice I wouldn't do again
To feel the pummeling water down
Like my feet are puddles in the air that drown
Out the noise of unimpeded consequence
People will tell you that you're due for rent
When all you've done is breathe in the air
And enjoy the facilities that are left there
So, what is the future likely to be
Will we bury the ocean under the sea
Will we poison the atmosphere and heat the air
Til the people in Africa know we don't care
Coz their land is arid and often dry
The rivers run cold and the children cry
Out for a piece of food to eat
While we make war under our own feet
And will I just be a paragon in the future looking back
I'm not setting myself up to be a life hack
I wanna make a difference and I'll make it now
If the Universe conspires with me somehow
To release the pain like I'm lancing a boil
So the robots do the work and the people toil
In sweatshops in Asia and all of our shoes
Coz less than the amount we use to pay our dues
The world as we know it
Is in rapid decline
I'd love to say something
Like it's all just fine
And it would be true
To a degree
But there's something that's calling
Of the ocean to me
And we're building cities
Up from the ground
But there are people crying
Because of the sound
Of war drums that beat
To the rhythm of people's feet
As they march across the sand
While economists talk of
The invisible hand
But we gotta make a move
To make a change
As the atoms stratify
And rearrange
Into a new form
And is the sun warm
What a question to ask!
Are we able
Or up to the task?
And we've got this spirit
Running our veins
And I can't tolerate
All the pain
That the interpretation creates
I see us all in better states
Where we make a duty more than law
But the reason why the ice thaw
As my compassion heats the storm
Is there a world that could be too warm?
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