MUMBLE

A wild jungle,
With stone streets.
People are mumbling,
Running over seeds.

The sun is up,
The cold wind is coming.
The world rolls up,
It cannot turning.

Closed minds,
The same thoughts.
We cannot find,
An old reborn.

To feel the freedom,
From our prison.
To get the wisdom,
For good reason.

So we can fly,
Away trought a new world.
So we can buy,
The taste of a true love.

But why do I care?
I know I shouldn't.
But be aware,
For sure I couldn't.

So here I am,
Trying to be better.
There is a good chance,
If we can do it together.