My eyes gazing over the urban center. Deeply admiring this worlds inventor. As my swing pushes me to and fro. I feel so safe in the wind’s flow. The sunlight beaming and caressing my face. I feel lit up and connected to grace. The city is beautiful, I can’t take that away. But for some reason, I feel so astray. I prefer to observe, not absorb. Finally detaching, truthfully desorb. It’s okay, it’s just not for me. But it will always be a sight to see.