Stranded in a corner
And run up a tree
There's no secure place
For the likes of me
Searching the concrete highways
The Asphalt Jungles of Whim
All i find is most disturbing
Something scary and totally grim
Feels like i am on a witch hunt
Like i need to bathe off this curse
I am pushed again into a corner
While attempting to complete this verse
Got to wash the dirt fom the city off
Before i become totally undone
Upset and bleeding within
I so need the light from the sun
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I am reminded of the animals who's home are taken so progress can be made for human kind, profound piece Theodora