Concrete and wood crowding a water hole,
An area of ground concecrated for the good of the people,
The people of the sun,
Creatures of the night,
A place for everyone to be,
Even if they're not all there.
I go there, to be gone,
With everyone else.
I feel bad for the people who are there,
And they are there.
Watching everyone else,
Aware of what's going on around them.
I like to go there,
So i'm not there.
I like to go to release and dive,
Swim, and swim some more.
I like the feeling of the cool water,
Crowding against my skin,
Brushing against my scalp.
I just like pools I guess.