Whiling away time,
Away from the biting chill,
Away from the vulgarity of falseness,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Sitting there in the shade,
Away from the mindless chatter,
Away from the bling and the bang,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Throwing pebbles into the pond,
Away from the stench of power,
Away from the sebaceous glands of money,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Singing happy songs to myself,
Away from the pressures of adolescence,
Away from the expectations from adulthood,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Falling off to sweet sleep,
Away from the sexual politics,
Away from the eve-teasing,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Dreaming of sunshine and rainbows,
Away from the realization of rejection,
Away from the stab in the back,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Waking up to your face in my mind,
Away from knowing you won't love me,
Away from still hoping you will,
Away from the world,
For just a few minutes,
Right under the apple tree.

Walking back to blend in the crowd,
Back to being one of them,
Back to being a part of the world,
Away from the apple tree,
For today, tomorrow, forever.