The See-Saw
Life can be so much like a see-saw
one minute it’s down, then it’s up
then so still
empty
some people sit at the high end
looking at the world from the top
others so weighed down
wish for the other end
Dreaming, feet always
on the ground, pounding pavements
where it’s always
so real
so concrete, cemented
too real
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