Brayden can’t complain.

Never a struggle, his life is a game.

Picture a puzzle where the pieces just fall into place.

No adversity.

Everyone’s on his team

And they’ll keep passin’ the ball and givin’ him all he needs.

So many live in despair,

While he’s cruising through life, blissfully unaware.

Everything’s going fine in the bubble

While the world around you falls to rubble.

How selfish can you get?

Again and again you’ve said that

“What doesn’t directly affect me’s not my problem.”

Sweep it under the rug,

Deeper and deeper you’ve dug these holes.

By the time you see, you’ll be six feet deep in the ground.

I wonder what will replace

The smug look on your face.

Everything’s going fine in the bubble

While the world around you falls to rubble.

We can’t live our whole lives in a bubble.

Open your eyes, we’re all in trouble.