I sit under a void deck and wonder...Of families laughing by and maids scurrrying away. And as a car pulled over, the headlights blnded me but, I could hear. Of coughing engines and tired legs, worn out from months of revolving. The cold winds of luscious greens from the other side then distracted me and a motorist sped by; between the luscious greens of the jungle and the concrete jungle that stood no longer than that palm tree I remembered when I first came here.
Seperated, the highway services us, though I longed to be on the otherside. And a boy ran, waking me from my reverie and smiled...there is life too, here.