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Poetry

Swing, Time

A Poem

A pendulum swings
As slow as a teeter-totter,
It orbits like a bending saw,
My imagination runs wild
Like a child swinging high,
Feet up in the air,
Kicking clouds in the face,
While the cold stoic chains
Remain still with time,
Moving them forward and backwards,
In constant speed,
The rollercoaster rides,
The airplanes, fooling us
Like we’re going someplace,
But only to show us that time
Is…