Concrete jungle
Busy rushing people
Like ants upon a trackFocused destinations
No time to look back
Concrete jungle all around
Tar and pavers on the street
Rarely an opportunity
To feel earth under ones feet
Contrived controlled environment
Dictated by rules
Some no more than robots
Bureaucracy their tools
Reflection in the glass
Looking back with empty eyes
The city hustles by
Alone her spirit dies
I am trapped inside this concrete walls
That is tearing apart the very fabric of society
the damage is done
We living in darkness
In between the concrete jungle
Trying to catch a breath, but its choking me to death
Some one get me out of this jungle this concrete jungle
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