Swing,
Swing
Life is like a seesaw
To some is just fantasy
But my present,
My present is crescent
In the morning absent
Draining energy from the sun
So when night falls,
Oooh! I rule
Lighting the streets
Among the galaxy of stars
Beautiful in the sky
But disappear after full cycle
Or when the clouds are puffy
At times I feel goofy

The soul is not mine
Sour like lime it is
Not in control anymore
I have no pleasure or satisfaction
Just flat...