The Urban Jungle

Back in the urban jungle that bourbon made me stumble,

Then came the pain and it made me humble.

Same story as always in your come up,

You're too young and dumb,

That sums it up,

So you hurt yourself and mentally it's worse,

Because the cost of time is to painstakingly learn,

At every twist and turn you’ve got to yearn.

Lost the youth to burn so you skip your first,

Opportunity to change when it hurts the most.

The rest is an illusion, 

The pain is your consumerism,

Next comes the mental schisms,

You're not yourself and you have changed,

Look in the mirror and rack your brain,

You're rich in thoughts,

Ten thousand daily,

You try to clear your mind,

You go pale,

The task seems to take too much,

And you try not to go stale.

Dry bread can break and crumble away,

But you fail,

It’s normal to fail when you’re frail.

When you’re younger you have protection,

Blubber like a whale.

When it’s gone what do you fall on?

Osteoarthritis takes the wheel,

All the emotions you feel like a rollercoaster,

Potential disasters on posters from what you really feel.

Hands are dealt and felt,

Left out to dry,

Left on the belt that whipped you,

You can sip the nepenthe,

After nothing is left you’re a corpse ready to dissolve like the wicked witch of the west.