Away from the world of lights and concrete,
I hide in the original jungle.
More bark than walls, more green than grey,
In this fair land I’ll stay.
For in the bright city
My bones grow weak and weary.
The noises don’t let me sleep at night,
The bright lights hurt my eyes.
But here there’s just silence
Infinite and unnerving, at times.
Here I can find all my bruises,
I can heal them in the night.
The night, when the city churns papers
Of ink black and white.
I wake up to piping hot tea,
With horror stories on the side.
Poets before me have sung
High praises of the tropical sun.
The lush green trees, the tempestuous breeze,
Are my reprieve from the city.
Yes here I lie, and here I’ll stay
As the world threatens to burn away.
Away from the cruelties of mankind
I’ll stay safe in my fantasy land.