Concrete curbs, the blunt reality, almost metal car parts, softer than some hearts, inside bodies that beat, to stereo rhythms till torn apart, when worlds collide, outside and inside, ridding the peace that passes all understanding, that passes the test, a quest, endure to be at peace when emotional chaos rules, afternoon naps end in drool, give me the lush underbrush, of a wild forest, no wait that is too easy, I will struggle, I will fight to find, green spaces parked so, my peace in the green stretch that only can be found, endear, in the place it was first born, the heart of my imagination. Ends here.