Escape

I want to go back on the swing and pretend that my problems don't exist.

I want to feel that small moment of bliss 

Before I feel my feet land on the dirty ground

Before I feel my legs trembling from sitting on the tiny black band of plastic

Before I feel my wrists and arms sore from clinging onto the rusty chains

Before I feel the lonely breeze of city

So I'll know that such a feeling exists in this world.