we used to have swings
too much freedom they say
dangerous, precarious, too liberating
they took them away
no. no. no.
what does it teach them? they say
to be undisciplined, unruly and carefree
the purity of the swing remains untainted
the sanctity of a hiccup in time
for a split second you are weightless
quick breath
locks breezing across your face
unfaltering sun rays
the world spins madly on
they took away last hopes
childhood dreams are illogical
they say we must persist without wonder
facts are facts
your spirit is dead they say
leave it, mature yourself, march on
i shall swing
spirit soar
refuse dead theories
the swing will live on
alive.
