Follow Me to the Jungle

Your stress is apparent–
You live as they do.
You sell off your lifespan,
You work for your food.
You forget what its like
To let instinct command,
You hesitate slightly
When I offer my hand.
Follow me to the jungle,
I’ll help you, my friend,
Reawaken the warrior
That slumbers within.
The path that you wander,
So cutthroat and cold,
Perhaps you can detour
To my path’s bold
Paradise of power and passion
And dreams
To languish all morning,
Amongst other things.
Follow me to the jungle,
I beg you to see,
How little of that chaos
You honestly need.
I am not a woman
For a home full of stuff,
Come with me to the jungle;
That will be enough.

Jan 29
11:10am

Artwork by: Frans Mensink