Take me to the sea To the trees To the soil To the grass To the mountains, hills at least
Give me air For my lungs need to breathe Indeed they are starving They are inhaling strongly To no avail, hardly any air is coming through.
It's crowded, people. All around me. Full of concrete I lift my gaze to the sky But where is it? I cannot see much Except for the concrete The balconies The high rises
I need space where to run free In the countryside. I need to inhale And feel my lungs fill with crisp fresh air To give me life.
I cannot connect to the concrete. It doesn't speak to me The soil has so much to say The ocean is loud and chatters on forever The mountains whisper The valleys offer comfort The grass is reviving.
But concrete; Its heart is dead, it never beat in the first place.
It's spreading fast And it's slowly crushing me Suffocating me.