What Is Left to Come

Anymore nowadays, it’s hard to know right from wrong,
Living in a world where even the air isn’t quite as strong.

As summer swirls through the air
In the sky you see a certain glare
As smog continues to fill the air

But with the summer you start to see things a little more clear
Think today how you thought you’d never be here.

I wake up everyday and still here I am.
No clue where to go or what to do,
Even as the person in this world who most gives a damn.

To think of the man I’ve become
And yet I’ve only just begun to beat my own drum
And knowing that, I wonder what is left to come.