concrete

I think the concrete might be getting to me

I think the air is harder to breathe than it seems

I remember now that I'm forgetting

To think about what's best for me

I've got to get to the water

I've got to walk with bare feet

and sense the ground beneath me

the ground living beneath me

the world not covered in concrete

the sound of birds flying over me

and the leaves falling

where eye contact is undistracted

and you can fade into me