Jungle

It's a jungle in here, trees over grown roots intertwined not sure where I can find a gardener. Your name stuck to the sides like foreigner not quite sure where you belong but you decide to stay here anyway because after all you've made the journey. You've burnt it all down like your in some sort of hurry. You left behind tree stumps, left dirt where there were once flowers pulled the roots out and concreted it over so no new life can bloom. Left you're tomb in all it's pride and glory made sure it's big enough so no one can creep there way in. I've started to dance in my sleep, trying to confuse the snake in my jungle. But most of the time I fall and stumble.