[Poem] No Swing

NO SWING

The blue landed on the wrong yard
Stay out of the dark, your shoes are still good
We don’t need prescription
or anyone to witness us labouring upstairs

One day you realize we have no swing
we kept swinging on wildly
We see no tree to attach it to
So you grab your pencil quickly

Things coming and going in slow motion
We picked up the blue back
But it has weighted down our chest
for a very long time you idolize every tear from our eyes

And you said you don’t want to be scared anymore

 

How to be strong? Decide to overcome weakness.

How to be the best in life? Try and master your passions.

What if I’m too weak and a genuine loser? Then you have a lot to do and do it hard.

How do I start? Decide to.