Swing Swing

 

Swing Swing. We love to swing. The feelings, the joy, the excitement, everything.

Swing Swing. We love the swing. we choose to swing the swing because we wanted to be happy, to feel the breeze, to enjoy the moment, to be exhilarated and so on and so forth.

Swing Swing. We swing slowly, getting momentum, slowly picking up the pace and in no time we are already half flying, above the ground swinging back and forth, letting our mind off the hook, just enjoying the moment of greatness, however, it might be temporary.

Swing Swing. When we are above the ground for a while, we might get tired, we get bored of swinging, we might started to get dizzy. The excitement is now gone, the exhilaration dissappear, the happiness is slowly fading away.

Swing Swing. The pace is getting slower. The swing loss the momentum, we are nearer to the ground once again. And finally we stop, both feet on the ground. Everything is gone...

Swing Swing. We get up, walking away without looking back at the swing. Will I be back later? Will I enjoy the swing of this swing later like I enjoyed just now? Most probably not. No regret, no turning back, no heartfeeling. Nothing.

[Did you think that I would cry
On the phone?
Do you know what it feels like
Being alone?
I'll find someone NEW

Swing, swing, swing
From the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again?]

Inspired by a song from The All-American Rejects - Swing Swing. 

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