Structures hold the stories of mankind,
who knew mine would be in the form of 2 swing-sets
Swinging away my pain,
as the seasons change and the years pass
One day I'll come across the day I never touch them again,
but for now I swing
For now I wait,
to reach the skies and dream
"Move on"
The voices in my head linger
"I can't, not yet"
I plead with myself
Life's okay even when it isn't,
in the end I know what I'll come back to
When life bothers me,
I know my favorite swing-sets won't
There's gonna be a day where I don't see the seasons change in this park the way I do now,
but that day is far from now
