i wish i was swimming

Monday morning arrives with the feeling of entrapment I have come to know as 'responsibility'. Sun leaks in the windows, drawing my attention to the children playing on the grassy knoll.
I traded in my grass stains for Dockers, Reeboks for penny loafers, and kool-aid for coffee.
I envy their innocence, and care-free state of mind.
Surrounded by business casual-clad clowns, and drowned out by water cooler debates over which Idol should win, I go unnoticed.