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I remember swinging on the tire, flying in a little world of my own,
feet dangling down, my face giddy.
Laughing, goofing off, not a worry in the world.
I remember the sky being my friend,
the clouds hugging me gently.
I remember my friends giggling with me,
the gently rocking getting slower.
The thunder still talks to me,
in a rough way, one of suppressed anger,
because now my friends are the ones I hear.
I remember my feet dragging on the ground,
the tire stopping, only the aftermath powering it
to dangle slightly into
Swing
. . . Swing
swing
. . . . . . . . . ‘
I remember the wind distant,
not wanting to appear.
And now I walk past the tire,
it looking at me with wide eyes.
But I still ignore it,
Though my inner child longs for it.
I remember swinging on the tire, flying in a little world of my own,
feet dangling down, my face giddy.
Laughing, goofing off, not a worry in the world.
I remember the sky being my friend,
the clouds hugging me gently.
I remember my friends giggling with me,
the gently rocking getting slower.
The thunder still talks to me,
in a rough way, one of suppressed anger,
because now my friends are the ones I hear.
I remember my feet dragging on the ground,
the tire stopping, only the aftermath powering it
to dangle slightly into
Swing
. . . Swing
swing
. . . . . . . . . ‘
I remember the wind distant,
not wanting to appear.
And now I walk past the tire,
it looking at me with wide eyes.
But I still ignore it,
Though my inner child longs for it.