I use to get my ass to the playground all the time, all so I could swing. Ahh the taste I could
not get enough of-the wind in my hair. What was your favorite ride? Not the teeter totter, cause it was soo boring, and it was all about the balance on both sides. It took two..
just like relationships. Relationships sigh, how come someone is always jumping off when you are
so high up in the air, where the quiet is. One swan dive onto the pavement coming up.
And we cannot forget the benches that are inside this gated bliss I call
FOUL. We need all the spectators, the criticizers, the moms and few dads that are not there to
keep an eye on their kids but to watch your sad attempt at play. Your few attempts at laughter. Your grasp at freedom You follow the path in front of you-right to the steps that lead up up up and you think you are headed for the heavens. you think so but- NOT. And once you look down and see the slide you have two choices either you fight your way back down the way you came up and lose even more than the view, you lose the privilege of being adult.
Always Always go down the slide, and always jump off the diving board if you have people
waiting in line behind you. Cause maybe for that one second you can be something else than that sad pathetic animal that is caged up inside your mind. You can be the inspiration for a pair of eyes that are following your backside the ones that are starting to panic cause they are almost where you are and there is somebody behind them in line .. Do it and burn your ass on the way down on that hot metal slide..do it and smile cause u like it like that. You like it like that and you want them to feel the burn of life..on their ass. Cause you like the thought of that just a little more.
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