In the Troubled World

In the Troubled World

I am moving towards that peaceful garden that used to grow when I was young,

just a few steps away, 

Its the imagery that I caryy...

But looking outside at these concrete walls , 

I am unable to accept,

Troubled from the noises around, 

some talks that are not what , I yearn to listen

How do I make sense of all this , 

when I am pulled back again and again.