Underneath the city’s hum
Where shadows blur the night
I felt the weight of pavement pressing
Saw no end in sight

Streets that stretched like tangled threads Lost in the neon’s gleam
Left me chasing empty glimmers
Of a half remembered dream

So I left behind the chaos
Traded buildings for the sky
Left behind the metro line
To where the quiet lies

Found a road of winding whispers
Through the forest deep and green
Where the air was thin and honest
And the heart could finally breathe

Every step on loamy trails felt like
Coming home again
Like the trees were ancient friends
Who’d been waiting through the rain

In the repose of the sun flecked trail
Where the earth and soul collide
So too my clarity, anxiety
My wandering spirit did confide

Here the tension eases lighter
Entwined with the gnarled oak
A reminisce of a distant peace
In the branches twist’d baroque

At trails end I find a swing
Shaded by the distant light
I find comfort, cares unburdened
In the wonder of the sight

So I sit upon the swing
And begin to kick my legs
Maybe I’ll find some inner child joy
In the pendulumic sway

But still I struggle with the loneliness
My chipped marble sacrifice
A stolid time-worn monolith
Pocked by avarice and vice

Now my life is woven
With these threads of love and pain
Is it too much to ask
For a dream I could attain

I don’t want to fade
Upon this swing beneath the leaves
Until I’m just a memory
Carried by the whispered breeze