When there is nothing to care about?
No trees to sit under
no paths to walk.
Why care at all?
With no happy faces
or friendly eyes
and threats and stares along every corner.
Why pick up trash around the neighborhood or dress in bright colors,
when the world around you just shivers at the sight?
I ask myself these questions. The whys and hows of the neighborhood.
Living in a place where few care,
and we all watch it rot little by little
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