There is a swing

High above the city

A hole, like through the looking glass

Twisted, nonsensical reality

I go there when I am feeling lonely

Just sit and swing

Back and forth

Wondering, what even is my worth

My head feels lighter

High above the city

In the clouds

Away from people, away from crowds

Sometimes, I want to let go

Just release and fly

Up and down

Instead, I hold on to it and cry

I am glad I have this spot

High above the city

Where time seems to slow down

The only escape from my hometown