Swing of Time

Man With No Name

I am sitting on that swing at Sid's place
He is listening to me intently and with his usual grace

It's the only place where I can keep moving while being still
Speaking my mind and how I really feel

Swinging back and forth from my past to the future
While still being in the present
As easy as it sounds, that ride is never pleasant.

  • Author: Man With No Name (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2023 06:00
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 3


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