Holding my breath, so hard
The air is heavy and elastic
Needing the perfect quarter
Of life and living and love
We are capable of so much more
Than sitting and vegetating
Through the summer nights
Little do we know or see
Hoping for the best, harmony
So that everyone can be happy
We ride the porch swing, alas
And all of our thoughts mirror it
Forward and back, fore and back
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