Merry-Go-Round

Remember that feeling on the merry-go-round?
You can’t focus,
Can’t look straight,
and all you feel is a constant misplacement.

That’s how my brain feels like.
Like an endless merry-go-round ride,
with bullies that won’t let you off the damn thing.

It’s silly to think of it that way,
but I like to simplify things around me,
and what’s more simple than childhood memories?

To simplify life, I’d like to think it’s a playground.
The monkey bars as challenges
The sea-saw as team-work
The sand-box as potential
and the slides, freedom.

There’s also swings, of course.
They were my favorite.
But what could that symbolize, if life were a playground?

I’d like to think swings are hope.
Hope to reach higher,
Hope to feel lighter.
Hope to reach the sky knowing that if you don’t hold-on tight enough,
you could just.. fall.