Jungle

Dripping sounds where are they now

Winds howling out a sound of pain and loss

We are different, we have changed, age robs us of our dignity

Serving others through financial greed, we dance upon the last of the life we had

The hands of time clutch mine, we changed, wrinkles now bless the landscape before us

He marches past, as a king now blessed with yours and  mine, we are his toys

Worker suicide is up, depression down, drug addiction rages on, we all die of something

She weeps at the end of the street waiting for a lover who will never come

He stands alone in his room, gazing out the window

The waters clean away all that was, while healing all the wounds of yesterday

People, so many people, now where do we all fit?