And it's these times
between the rain
When maybe
I wonder the most
There's no storm
But there might be
There's no harm
But there might be
There's no anything
But everything
That surrounds me
And I can smell
The lakes
And the trees
I can hear
The birds sing
And the caterpillars crawl
Yet
in the back
Of my mind
All I can feel
Is the
Concrete
And my mind
Sweeps
To these jungles
That we build
And these mud huts
That we cut down
And I can't help
But wonder
Whether
Most of the time
I have my shoes
On the wrong
Feet