Back and forth.
Back and forth.

That's what happens on a swing.
You go forward and back,
wondering why you're doing it in the first place.

The coldness seeps into your bones,
making the tips of your ears and nose turn pink.

The blanket around you does nothing to warm you,
causing your teeth to chatter in your skull.

It was nice for awhile at least,
getting away from reality.
Too bad you couldn't stay lost in your own world.

Forever.
Forever in your own world.