Concrete Jungle

Concrete, Concrete, Concrete Jungle

I can't wait to be with you.

Your streets that shine like glass in the sunlight,

and your trees that grow tall enough to touch the Sun

keep my mouth wide open and my eyes wide agaze.

Concrete, Concrete Jungle

how do you do it so well?

You take everyone in and make them feel instantly at home,

allowing them to dream and hope and pray, 

that one day they will be as grand as you are.

Concrete Jungle

I can't wait to be with you.

To arrive and see the grand green lady

as she says hello to me and all my dreams

awaiting anxoiusly for what I will become.

Wow...

Concrete Jungle I need you.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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