Human tetris… activate!

Do you hear the people sing?

Swinging like monkeys

in a boxed rainforest

the jungle calls loudly

ghostly footprints

taste like rain.

Twisting, turning, jerking

weaving the web of suburbia

even though you don’t know

you know

no worries, mate

the commuters trolley of blind faith

fly down highways

while I am suspended like a marionette

dreaming of growing wings

the charismatic eagle Always

one day will cut loose the strings

Do you hear the people sing?