Chains
Symphony, chains clinking against metal
Links rubber seats cradle and comfort
Sand filled wind hums the tune metre with each swish
Each dip, each crest
Married two too young to know
The missed crescendo
An imbalance, a racket and rocked seat
Waxing ever skyward only to wan
What chains pull, lashing our minds to the past
Gone playgrounds and dusty summer days
That grazed the sky with time to spare
So fast we lose so many visions
Red top curls, acrobats balanced above
Simple crescent eyes
Idealistic mirrors for the unknown
It was the last we swung
Links rubber seats cradle and comfort
Sand filled wind hums the tune metre with each swish
Each dip, each crest
Married two too young to know
The missed crescendo
An imbalance, a racket and rocked seat
Waxing ever skyward only to wan
What chains pull, lashing our minds to the past
Gone playgrounds and dusty summer days
That grazed the sky with time to spare
So fast we lose so many visions
Red top curls, acrobats balanced above
Simple crescent eyes
Idealistic mirrors for the unknown
It was the last we swung