Swing high, swing low Back and forth the feelings go Reality we cannot meet Solid ground far from our feet Strapped in, we can’t get free So let’s pretend it’s fun, wee!
Swing forward, swing back Of gravity there is no lack We strain against the chain with yearning For the high our hearts are burning We reach the momentary peak But cannot keep the thing we seek
Swing until the stomach twists Until the chains bite through your fists Would there be peace in sitting still? We wonder, but have not the will So when we find our strength is gone We cry like children, push me on!
©2004 by Larry Thacker Jr.
This is for all of those who thing life would be easier if we could all be like Mr. Spok. The highs are great, but sometimes the lows make some of us wonder if they are worth it. Wouldn't it be better if every decision in life could be made without the confusion brought on by emotion? But, emotion is part of what we are. God gave them to us, yet we seem doomed to both chase and run from them.