Life in the jungle
Is never quiet
As animals rattle on
Day & night.
The heat, noise & insects,
The itchy, sticky skin:
A pulsating world
Of pain, sex & sin.
The tension of the spring
Moves the clock’s hand
Around in circles
Towards the dead end.
High on the mountain,
High on the mind
Fog, cold & rain
Help me unwind.
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