Hideout

I dream of my high school

A place I haven't been for years. 

The small three floored building 

Covered in chipping blue & white paint.

Can a place  bring out a sense of peace? 

Nostalgia that brings you to your knees.

I dream of my jungle gym

A place I haven't climbed for years.

The then - humungous  instalment

Coloured up in bright yellow & red paint.

Do you remember the last time 

You hung upside down without worry

about the bloomers under your pinafore? 

The last time boys were just people 

People who didn't look at you different 

who knew you could beat them at that race.

I dream of my hideout

A place I haven't snuck up to in years.

The roof top was always under construction

Covered in wastes of white and brown. 

A born loner I always had a knack

Of finding a seclusio 

Away from the responsibilities of a 13 year old. 

I miss my alfresco safe house 

Now I have nowhere to run.