Concrete Jungle

So many millions of staring eyes Vacant of souls to light the skies All the noise! So much noise! One can't hear thy inner voice People shoving in a hurry Upon their faces a look of worry Rushing here and rushing there Stopping not long enough to care Such a mess all strewn with trash Scurry. Scurry to get that cash Out the window throw their cans With no future thought for fellow man Lungs aching from all the pollution Yearning thoughts with no solution, Came and saw. I stand alone As to my place I call my home Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson Written 1/29/2010