The SwingSlowly the young child swung back and forth on the swing. The wind, cool and soft, blew through the trees and played on the little girl’s face. A few strands of her light brown hair fell loose from her ponytail and played with the wind. The child was staring at the ground, which was strewn with early autumn’s leaves. Her small feet brushed against them with every swing. No one else occupied the swing set. The sun was low on the horizon, and shadows formed on the small girl’s thoughtful face.The Swing
She didn’t notice the ostentatious red car that pulled to a halt outside the playground gate. The driver’s window
ExtremityExtremityExtremity
Questions asked, left in the air Ideas sprouting everywhere Reused, redone and plagiarized Twisted, scorned and idolized
No one can be satisfied We can’t say we haven’t tried To surprise the critic’s mind Showing that “you’re not that kind”
So different and out of place Can’t recognize a single face If you’re in fashion, then you’re not Being anti-cool is “hot”
Normal means part of the clique Special means that you’re a freak Can’t stand mediocrity? &nb
