In the jungle I am told never to rush,
I am told to always take things slow,
Before my eyes, I miss so much,
Yet, I am compelled to let them go
That if they were truly mine,
Back to me, they will always find…
I have never been really fine
Not taking courage in both hands
Outcome has been wide off the mark
Being civil and gentle truly fits
But I have nothing, when unpacked
Aside grasses growing under my feet.