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Though I was a small kid,

The troubles did not escape me;

They only mounted on me like

Groceries in my mother's shopping cart.

Sometimes I would become very saddened,

Saddened, every time my mother cried,

And every time I would be left alone at home.



I would go outside,

And someone was always there.

My apartment building always had

People walking in and out,

Like an escalator in one those big shopping malls.



I would rather wander off

Past the playgrounds

Full of children,

Past the apartments

Full of strangers,

A couple streets ahead

To my corner,

A little forest,

With bushes in a circle,

A minature jungle,

That seemed like worlds away.



Inside my jungle,

A certain calm over took my body,

And I would sit there motionless.

I wouldn't see lions or monkeys;

For some reason,

I would see peace.