Swing

The swing - my swing goes upupup my mind becomes a frenzied being flushed, chubby child's palms reaching high, my mind goes up I'm high too high, too far to be calm too fast to notice the slow, drop from the sky My swing arcs down gravity can't stand to see me high my head goes thunk as I fall downdowndown ground blurs, I think I'm drunk on the ecstasy from the sky and I sink into the ground waiting for the pull on my chain to the next high please bring me up there again