Just yesterday I was seated on the sing,
I had a man and a woman pushing and
Pulling.
I demanded for the directions
Sometimes in request or command.
I demanded how fast or slow
I wished to be pushed or pulled.
Most times all is done to my wish,
Few times it is not.
And I became more curious to grow older.
There was an unquenchable curiosity to grow
Older;
The curiosity was to become not to grow
Older.
There was an immediate aspiration to get
Stuck;
The great aspiration to get stuck in an early
The twenties,
The deep desire to get to majority.
Today someone is seated on the swing,
And I have become the pusher and pusher.
Too many hurdles than I can skip;
I have become a prisoner in my own prison.
Time to ponder what will become of
Tomorrow.