No longer a sign.

I'm lost in the Concrete jungle,
Looking for an apartment or office cubicle in a high rise to camp out for the night.
Signs bleeding neon,
Something ain't right.

The streets no longer seem familiar, twisted and bent beyond reality and belief.
The jungle losing, now stuck in a thorny grip.
I'll be sure to wear my best dancing shoes on my big night out.
The concrete jungle now one with nature.
Forever into the green and grey, I slip.