On some days, I have nothing to give you…

Nothing that I can comfort you with…

Nothing of close companionship or of friendship,

I cannot hold your hand!

I am lost, terribly lost in another dimension…

I will seperate, I will distance,

And tear apart!


If I were a Swing

If I were a swing,

I’d patiently listen to the stories of those that swing on me…

Some happily swinging in joy,

While some bumping with excitement!

Some having deep talks,

While some making love!

Some might be just little children,

Who would fight to sit on me!

With all innocence push each other,

Sing and play around me!

When all my romans are gone…

I’d talk with the slides and the other swings,

And gradually fall asleep.