Fairgrounds And Moral Decisions

When I was younger, I'd think deeply about Earth,

In the incubator, a four-week premature birth.

At school with a few friends but never fitted in,

Some souls dark, influenced by demons or djinn.

Loved fairgrounds, slides and all the big rides,

Sensing changes coming, a turning of the tides.

Moral decisions are made by less and less,

Don't fuck people over trying to be the best.

One of the main reasons I started writing rhymes,

We are living in completely unprecedented times.