Swing Mood Swing

I see that swing out in the open, beckoning me to jump on and dance away
I wanted to run out immediately, to hop on and play
There it was, veering back and forth, going on in sway.


Putting my hand on the glass, I looked on from the window's trace
of my heart and of my soul, that window was glazed
shut and fastened, such that I had to stay in my place.


and you were adamant in your headstrong myopia
while you were that ill-informed milquetoast
and your voices saying "No"
but only because the interest possessed was Nil.


What a disappointment
How do we carry on, when our expectations are so disparate
when our cares are so divergent
and our wishes are poles apart.


What a disappointment
It's not that I don't see the storm, but that you don't see the joy
in praising and serving in the storm.
And lost in your sedated TV world, you barely stop to listen.


So I stay on and look,
just for now,
and one day when the skies are smiling
I will go out and play on that swing.

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What a disappointment
and that is why we have so little in common, you know?
and why sometimes, I really can't wait to step outside on my own.