Concrete Jungle Dreams

City breathing, wheezing, streets never sleeping. Dreams get caught in the cracks,

pavement eating. Moon or cracked mirror, shadow by the skyline.

Ticking clocks whisper, they snatching all my time. Shoebox treasures, old letters,

torn feathers. Weathered soles tethered, chasing gold pleasures. Graffiti hieroglyphs, prophets on the

wall. Phone booth confessions, who do I even call? Concrete jungle,

it rumbles, it stumbles. Fumble through the rubble, hearts crumble.

Jungle, oh, jungle. Where the wild things mumble.

Concrete jungle, we all tumble. Concrete jungle, it rumbles, it stumbles.