Burns
As the world burns,
                        turns,
      Concerns arise in the maker's plan.
Fires started by fighters,
Trying to save the elders,
      But unsure if they can.
I've removed my dreams,
      Carefully placed in my pocket.
I button it shut,
But refuse to lock it.
Tried to make them find truth,
But the harshness of reality always blocked it.
Wanted to live my way,
                        But everyone clocked it.
Talk like they stole God's watch,
       And I've fallen behind.
Ripping my number from my chest is not a crime,
Unless you already made it one.
Brain boils in this too hot sun.
       You made that too.
Maybe He should tear this all down,
And start brand new,
Because his plan shows concerns,
And all the while,
                         The world burns.

                                                              ~CM