So tell me, have you ever felt trapped by civilization?

[§ Baby's Blues §]

Yes, I have
I long for pathways in the woods
the ones that deer and racoons walk
the tumbling water on the rocks
as I am listening to the birds
I tend to lose myself beyond
where civilization takes its toll
and dip my feet into a pond
let sweat and turmoil from me roll.

 

[Peter]

City Life

Upon my windowpane the city pounds
A thousand ever-resonating drums.
I long for green grass and for softer sounds.

But from my longing nothing ever comes
Each day the horns and screeches fill the void…
A thousand ever-resonating drums

That leave me less than human, and annoyed
That my brief hour on earth is nothing more;
Each day the horns and screeches fill the void.

There is no freedom just beyond that door,
Just numbing noise and heartache, and I rage
That my brief hour on earth is nothing more.

I war against myself, but only wage
A tiny war not one soul knows or shares…
Just numbing noise and heartache, and I rage.

In granite walls are hidden tiny snares
That trap a traveler like hungry hounds,
A tiny war not one soul knows or shares…
Upon my windowpane the city pounds.
Karebear, the terzanelle form requires precisely those rhymes and refrains... perhaps it's a bit more complicated than you first thought. I still feel that the repetition works particularly well with this subject.
Oy Iano, Mars is much worse...