It’s not that Important

Today’s a lazy crazy day
With people dieing and crying
A world away

We all got our troubles
But they don’t mean a thing
Our same old stories
With all the glory
It’s sad as Hell how we live In the world today

Preoccupations you can’t move past
Your own little prison
Is your closest friend
Who knows you best
You feel you’ve earned your scares
Along the way

While others need drugs
It’s their only vision
You should bleed some sorrow
Some reds and some blues
For the weak who
Really can’t speak

Live a life, a good one
In a good way
Your expectations manifested
In subtle ways

Nobody owes you
But you feel that way
You’re self-absorbed
In your little play house
You’re human, I guess
In your own weird way

Try to care and
Feel their pain
Do something for others
So you can live at last
And free yourself from
Your limited past