TK
03/06/09, 09:23 PM
I'm probably rushing this piece, because this is the first "complete" thing I've written for a while. I'm worried that the end, particularly the last stanza, is weak. So thoughts on the second half?
Push me out on the last limb
But fail to mention that the wood is rotten
And let us see how long it holds me
Before we hear a snap and I fall back
Towards the ground and it's gravity.
I prefer the smell of the air down there anyway.
Swing sets are merciless tricks
The higher I get, the more sure I am
That I'll take vacancy of this seat and fly away
But the longer I swing, the more I realize
The further I go means the farther back I'll fall
And I've grown content with this concept of gravity.
Does it matter how high you jump?
As long as your feet leave the ground?
Does it matter how often you jump?
As long as you don't wear yourself out?
There is only one option to avoid this
I must find a great body and take a swim
Give myself a chance to dangle my arms
Let air be evicted from my lungs, and
Feel something beneath my feet that is uncertain for once.
These choices always come down to impulses
A growing desire to change things up
Oh I have that desire to jump
But not without knowing what I'm getting into
So I'm sorry about this, but I don't know you
And gravity is compelling me to stay where I am.
Does it matter how high you jump?
As long as your feet leave the ground?
Does it matter how often you jump?
As long as you don't wear yourself out?
Push me out on the last limb
But fail to mention that the wood is rotten
And let us see how long it holds me
Before we hear a snap and I fall back
Towards the ground and it's gravity.
I prefer the smell of the air down there anyway.
Swing sets are merciless tricks
The higher I get, the more sure I am
That I'll take vacancy of this seat and fly away
But the longer I swing, the more I realize
The further I go means the farther back I'll fall
And I've grown content with this concept of gravity.
Does it matter how high you jump?
As long as your feet leave the ground?
Does it matter how often you jump?
As long as you don't wear yourself out?
There is only one option to avoid this
I must find a great body and take a swim
Give myself a chance to dangle my arms
Let air be evicted from my lungs, and
Feel something beneath my feet that is uncertain for once.
These choices always come down to impulses
A growing desire to change things up
Oh I have that desire to jump
But not without knowing what I'm getting into
So I'm sorry about this, but I don't know you
And gravity is compelling me to stay where I am.
Does it matter how high you jump?
As long as your feet leave the ground?
Does it matter how often you jump?
As long as you don't wear yourself out?