Do we ever read?

Form a tree and hang a swing with silver linings
grasp the breeze and swing like a child does
edit your writing and edit and edit
crave for awareness and never cease to.
we are what we are
don't say we are unable to.

Form a tree and hang a swing with glittering lightening
breathe the storm and fly over the black clouds
torrential rain under your courage subsides
we are what we do
don't say we are not aware, too.

form a tree and hang a dreamy swing
revel in its nostalgia and innocense
don't let the new order take over
don't say we are able, but can't do.

counting, drifting, hanging, musing
laughing
that's what we do best
that's what we expected
when we took those first steps
down to that room
of hypnotic nostalgia.
the new order ordains
our rumors fill up the gaps
don't say we are too far from achieving
chances taken and not forgotten.

this isn't what it seems
like you have an understanding
of the how and when
the synergistic tendency
to over analyze.

stop

I once stood there
and agility surmised my surrounding
the area of memory grows
by the tripping of tongues
all what is said just glows
on blogs, papers, poems...
never meant to be read.