There is a whole world waiting outside
I don’t care
There are lush fields brimming with green
Within my home everything’s dark
All is despair
There is a whole world living outside
I’m not there
Watch how the world creeps and it crawls
Over my stair
How do they think, how do they come
How do they dare?
How far do they fall, if they should fall
Into my lair?
There is a whole world stepping inside
Why should I care?
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