I am the world.
The world that is paved with cracks and droughts
and deserts on the surface, with few little oases.
The world that is oftenly mistaken as paradise,
a shelter for broken souls,
a fair for uncherished minds,
and those who have lost their way home.
A world that people come and go,
with marks and footprints left behind, waiting to fade in time.
A world that needs to be saved, rather than a saving grace.