Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans

Monkey Bars

I was the only person

Among my friends

Who never got a grip

On how to swing across the monkey bars

I'd watch them

Let them teach me

But I never figured it out

I could climb across

Where our teachers and parents would scold me

To get down

I think it's a metaphor

In a way

Not really

But it could be

It's when you're supposed to do something of the norm

One way

Because that's just the norm

There's no other way to do it

And when you can't do it that way

You have to find another way

But when you do

Everyone scolds you

Telling you to get down from whatever cloud you're drifting by on

Telling you

You have to do it their way

Or don't do it at all

And if that doesn't sum up this town

I don't know what does