There’s trash blowing all around the parking lot, a PetCo cart on its side

On an island of mulch between the Ulta and the Starbucks

Is this what the end of the world looks like?

Or is this just life?

Every day the sun rises over the Old Navy

And falls onto some shitty apartment building

Is this the only world we’re ever gonna know?

And worse, is this the one we’ll leave?