The Jungle (As it unfolds)

On a city street at a weary pace,
Endless concrete, echoes in space.
The world outside is a blur of gray,
Thoughts there will always stray.


In perpetual haze of doubt and dread,
The body yearns for a clearing ahead.
Just a refuge from the noise and pain,
A haven where sanity and peace remain.


But like a mirage, it always slips away,
Leaving dust in an endless noisy day.
The way ahead is a never-ending road,
Carrying an ever-increasing heavy load.


Trying to push through driving pain,
In cities of gray, through a city vain.
Only seeking solace along with peace,
Respite from life's ceaseless no release.
by, Sheilah Say