Swings Are Better, Anyway – Day 161, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Liars.
They’re as widely spread as marshmallow clouds on a hot,
Spring day.
They’re minds are like seesaws with two versions of themselves going up and down,
Up and down,
Without ever coming to a stop until,
The seesaw breaks.
Cracking as soon as one side gets too heavy for the other to carry.
Snap!…
It goes…
No more jumping,
And,
Running around the same circle of deceit,
Overlapping everyone they keep!
In the palms of their hand.
An image drawn with red ink as soon as friction makes things a bit too hot to handle.
The kind of hands too afraid to shake that simmer on a pan full of food they wouldn’t eat in the first place.
But,
What can we do besides sharing the playground with them?
After all,
I’d prefer the slide,
Or,
Set of swings pushing myself towards sunnier skies…