"There's Always An Issue" by Anonymous

There’s always an issue

It’s on a schedule, 

like the trains passing periodically; Routine.

Passing out way too frequently 

Nothings working with me

It’s fine, it happens all the time

So I’ll just leave

Peddling the wheels

Fast enough to make my chain come loose 

I reach the secret path, my soles touch dirt

Tucking my bike behind a bush,

Greeting the wildlife living in the trees

It’s only the polite thing to do

Hoping the maintenance workers are off today

If not I’ll have to greet them too

Tranquility in the Abandoned,

Ambiance in being Alone.

Smoke strings upward, gone within seconds

Without a trace, disintegrating into the air 

The sun disappears creating an indigo hue

My problems seem to disappear as well