Running Rampart Rat Race

(original upload found here: http://truml.com/profile/poetry-detail/106323 )

Within the urge, continues to build on; 
Separate from a place, I truely belong; 
Away from the trees, streams and animals; 
I wish to hide from, the husle and busle; 
I wish to hide from, the turns and tusles; 
Tired of running, in this rampart rat race; 

The blaze of fire, over the velvet black; 
Chirping sounds of song birds, reach my rucksack; 
The scents of pollenation, treat my senses; 
In my minds eye, back to the bush I go; 
Where there's no power, from connections or dough; 
It is programmed into my D.N.A; 

Darn! Back to the smokey, noisy, city; 
Just a single person, so itty-bitty; 
Long to live in the wild, with the serenity; 
Wish to sleep, with the beauty of nature; 
With the stars, butterflys, and all creatures; 
Where I belong, feeling wholy content;

Author's Note

not recently written was written at about the 13/03/2012