Every day is a seesaw
The salts come down & & memories
Among projects in the belly of a whale
Every day is a seesaw
You could touch the sky But it's only illusion
And fall on deaf ears
Every day is a swing thoughts that alternate
A real disappointment
fading life
Every day is a seesaw
Every hour, month and year went by fast
is back with the memory
Daily But if no one is pushing a swing
Sooner or later you stop ...
you stop to think!
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