The World is a Shallow Place

The world is a shallow place,
Full of desperate people,
I'm looking for a friendly face,
But it's like a haystack without a needle.

Bitterness oozes out of the city,
Compassion sucked out of souls,
Nobody has time for pity,
On a globe that money controls.

And yet I see a brighter future,
With many helping hands,
Where nights do not bring a suture,
A time without demands.

A reality I'd like to call home,
A kingdom built of love,
Every person free to roam,
Like the clouds up above.

Indeed the world is a shallow place,
Superficial on many levels,
But what if life isn't a race?
No promise of a medal.

Alas my words aren't anything special,
For who would listen to the voice of a lone rebel?