Bob Marley had it right
the city is a concrete jungle
for me now
Oh how I wish I were wrong
but after time in the wilderness and the Northwoods
that I hail as home
I won't be able to turn back
to a place with walls
where breathing is hazardous
where trees choke to death
gasping for a breath of clean air
cars and ambulances ringing in my ears
for when I am here
alone and peaceful
all I hear is the blood pumping
in my ears
or the sudden cry of a woodpecker
the drum upon the deceased log
sounding out a rhythm
don't force me back