Right now.

The world feels like a house on fire.

But there’s no one coming to help.

No firemen, no extinguishers. 

And there’s nothing I can do.

So I have to stand here,

and watch my world, my home, crumble to dust.

Helpless, hapless, 

and only when the last ash has fallen

can I start

to build.

Maybe what’s built next will be better,

maybe it will be worse.

But I know one thing: it will be mine.

Mine to live in, mine to love

mine to make sure no one else’s world has to burn around them

like mine did.