If you took a picture from the sky
Just as an alien passing by

You would see the crowded streets
A restaurant full, taken are the seats

Nothing is on fire
No one is dying

Everyone is lying
Everyone is trying

But as far as you can see, they are still walking
They are still breathing, so they are fine
I don’t blame you for being blind

There is no struggle, no rage, no heartbreak
A town does not smile nor frown

What does it matter?
The picture is pretty

There is no fire
No one is dying 

So why change it?

This is life, that pretty picture
No sadness, no weakness for an alien to see

If you want to keep living, you leave it be.