I walked through the jungle once again today
The loud noise of the trees talking
The ringing of the bird brought us here
The 5 minutes we are so generously given
To cross the whole jungle before it becomes a crime
As the trees scatter I'm left with a question
With no answers
Why am I doing this
Because I have to shouldn't be a reason
Because I have to shouldn't even be an excuse
To do what is needed to survive
And this jungle is better off without me
There are many ways to leave
To get out of this jungle
But of course there is no escape
I guess I'm not much of a nature man
More of a weaker word man if I could say
But words aren't what the jungle teaches
Only obedience
And that I won't learn
Survival on your own is much better than in the jungle
Losing my mind in the jungle as the trees become lesser in number in my area
The bird rings again
I'm not close to the other end of the jungle yet
Now the hunters come
Man isn't the most dangerous game
If you get to them early
Like the hunters do in the jungle
And if they catch you
You are worse than dead
You are in
Detention
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