AM I PART OF THE CONCRETE JUNGLE?

This place:

too modern;

too much concrete;

too much stone.

This place:

surrounded by trees -

seems fake;

seems too artificial.

Isn’t it interesting how something natural can end up looking so artificial?

My mind wonders:

to the souls, behind concrete walls.

I imagine:

souls slaving away –

for monetary gain;

for their huge house;

for just things.

I wonder:

if the lights will ever go off;

if those souls will ever take a break;

if there is a part of me that envies them …

(Written on 23 Feb 2011)