Feeling Watched

City life is blinding me, Loud and clamoring it demands Coaxes me out of my hands Makes it so i cant see. Theres too many trees, All swaying with their own melodies Some mirror my pleas Others crack until i cease To use their glass as mirrors Used to view my own innards Their furniture is arranged differently Something i could never be. Solitude is blinding me, Its broken and rusted though The walls of a house I once grew A lone hut next to a tree.