Away from the bustling traffic, I like to make this playground my secret haven.
Hidden behind the shadows of the swaying trees, not even the naughtiest kid has ventured here.

My ivory tower, here I swing my troubles away.
Eyes close and lips curl, I hum a little sad song.

I grimace, as I tighten my grip on the cold metal reins,
I glimpse, as the tip of my naked toes reach higher and higher for the leaves of trees above,
Ah the ecstasy.

But left behind when the pendulum stops swinging,
is my broken heart, pounding madly against its own wall.