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 like E tone
Sad that I can't light up for long
I am at the center of nowhere
No force of gravity
Am all alone
No space ship
Just me floating in the sky
At times I wish to die
But to whom do I owe the pleasure?
When I am Isolated
Like an experimental rat
Active at night like bat.

Dependency
They depend on me
Especially when the lamp is out of kerosene
They all love me
Little do they know
I'm cold as snow
I ware godfather's hut
A cowboy I am
Expert in horses and strings
But that's just a fansy fantasy
Caused by a pill of ecstasy
An ecstasy called life
Marrinates the so called wife
that everyone wants dominance in her
but she ain't a feather
to be swindled with wind.
© kogi