The world is on fire,
The smoke snaking in my ears.
It met the swirling air within,
The antithesis of dripping tears.
The contrast flares high,
For both require attention.
The smudged lens feels cracked,
Lacking resolution.
Politics shackled my mind,
Imprisoning naïve idealism.
Communication is the key,
Instead of barred skepticism.
Yet we can take small steps,
Set achievable goals.
The world may be large,
But it’s filled with individual souls.
For it’s too easy to laugh
At things beyond our scope.
Finding humor in our luck
Instead of building some hope.
But balance is needed
For the fire can burn within.
Moderation in all-
Kindness to yourself akin.
