on purpose

I love the duckpond.
A grass circular space, with trees abounding and a lovely pond.

A nice little oxygen oasis in the middle of a stucco desert.

I like that so many people enjoy it, but sometimes I wish I had a small space of it all to myself.

Because today all I wanted to do was take off my shoes and sing off key, on purpose.


To many judging people in this city, not enough space to get away from them.

Today, I wished I could go back.
Back to where I could go out, on my family's property and scream out as loud as I could, and only have a cow hear me.