balanced on the fulcrum of time
carefully counting the ceaseless motion
observing with a certain strangeness
despite our motion, that we are not moving

until suddenly, we disappear
falling into a hole of pristine existence
and anguish and entertaining
twinklings of time

where were we going
without knowing
where we were going?

it seems as though no one knows
as the sun shines over
the newly set bricks

humidity rains at a pace
just missing perceptible
until our skin begins to gather
the weight of the water
from the relentless sky
and like corpulence
we are restrained by our encumbrance

the see saw continues
in oscillation
until we decide
to lift ourselves
to seperate
and find somewhere new
to play.