What to do
When the light strikes on you
You say ‘I come from the streets’
But in reality, so to speak
We cannot handle, feel weak
When everything’s gone
We start to wonder
Is ‘everything’ no longer here?
And is ‘it’ true?
An escape room,
What’s the clue?
We find ‘everything’ nonsenses
Whilst we use our dirty lenses
Sometimes we gotta zoom in
Think on benches
Prevent that sin
Have a better happening
‘It’ wants more
‘It’ doesn’t feel good right now
”I didn’t create this world”
For others to distort
There’s a domino effect
Some can predict the prospect
You might,
You’re bright
That’s for sure,
You beautiful azure