Escape

I wanna go somewhere. Far far away where people I'd see would no longer look like me.

I'd take the train, then ride a bus. I'd drop off on crooked pavements. Then rent a bicycle with a basket; I'd wear a huge hat, don on a floral dress with my 5-year-old champagne Chucks. I'd kick some leaves and feel nostalgic 'bout the coffee shops.

I'd probably get lost.....

....But I'd definitely be free.