Jungle

My feet are stuck in the soggy floor

My hands hold tight to vines

There are mosquitoes buzzing in my ear

But in a moment I'll be fine

The luscious green creates a house

In which I can forever stay

But my jungle home in made of walls

From which I can never stray

Even if I could free myself

The way back home is far

Through towering trees and flowery paths

Better to stay right where you are

And who wants to go back to the way it was

With this picturesque paradise near

As long as you don't see the spiders and snakes

There's really no need to fear

I'll sink into the floor of my soft jungle home

And dream about toucans and sun

And if nothing awakes me I never will leave

Unless some good soul tells me, "Run"