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Concrete Jungle


On my first day in the concrete jungle

I felt like a small fish lost in the ocean

The cars are on an endless journey

stopping and starting, light to light

people darting from here to there

trying to hide their troubles and pain


My mind on the run

searching through back streets

my heart choking on the fumes

my hands are sticky, need a hand to hold


There's many places you can eat

sit and wait for an answer, if you're lucky it may come

but nobody knows I'm a stranger in this concrete jungle

I cry into my glass

cos it feels like my dream jumped under a train at the station


Must return to a smaller place

give up the rat race

and return to being a giant at the shallow end



Lucy Shewchuk

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