Once upon a Playground

Up... then down... 

The rusty scream of joint metals creates a bittersweet symphony...

The opposing weights on a see-saw mark the pattern followed... It's sky-high for a moment, and ground low the next.
Never knowing what will happen, I'm torn between pushing as hard as I can, and letting myself fall...

Holding in to the past, yet reaching out to the not-so-near future... Opposite mirror images emerge... with only one thing in common: Jetzt...

As the sun falls down, I know I am obliged to push up one last time, but the strength required has already left me...  I am done for... I am dead... and I will remain so, until sun morning comes once more.