freedom

it is friday

the same day, another week

we all know about it

the myriad of options

list of things to do

pile up

sometimes repeating

make the bed

brush your teeth

pay the bills

what to cook

what to eat

looking important

feeling important

social approval

a rush of power

sometimes someone relies on you too much

what would i know?

it is 12 pm

and

i don’t want to do things now

am i spoilt?

maybe

no no

the house is alive

breathing like a monster

unsettled

whitewashed walls

creeping in

it will eat us if we don’t leave

it will trap us

forever

enticing us

with all the work that needs to be done

or fun

books to read

tv to watch

food to eat

gossip to do

problems to solve

bills to pay

repairs to do

nauseating

so, i propose a revolt

Against this

suburban lifestyle

short duration

driving to

to my favourite park

it is all empty

so,

i swing on the swings

the rain falls

the wind carries me higher

leaving behind the zillion calls to make

the unmade bed

i imagine all the adults

filling in the park

at 12pm on a friday

up the slide i go

down the slide, i come

onto the balancing wheel

now the sun is out

the phone call is a distant memory

i am no longer […] years old

i lie on the ground

the barks welcoming me

they got my back

the trees above me

the water beside me

a car hoots

i close my eyes

now the world is dark

but everything else is awake

inside and around

the cells jostle each other

a break from monotony

monopoly over lives

the leaves whisper

what do we feel like

the lake whispers

what do i sound like

the rain whispers

what do i taste like

freedom, i answer