Plastic Jungle

The plastic jungle that lives down the street,

Has much significance from a decade ago.

Trees created hiding places along a fence,

Which enclosed a dry, man-made waterway

That ate pine cones we used to chuck over.

I was a monkey climbing in this plastic jungle,

Learning every place to hide and climb,

Innocence periodically stripped away

By scratches and bruises worn proudly.

Energy from youth transformed into negativity

Causing the memories to be eaten from my head.

Purity run over by the stress given with age.

Stress will be minimized with an increase of maturity

Or at least that’s what we we’re told as gullible kids.