Knees marked by wood
A park and a rusty swing
Alone there they stood
A diamond for an answer
The feeling of certainty
A question of forever
Driven by thoughts of escape
Salvation from the law
Plans to run now made
Footprints and a window
Fastened after that
Where did it all go?
We escaped from the rigid
But did we ever build a home?
Did we take a shot and missed it?
My heart was just an option
Once the going got tough
But you were never just a question
Mulch drowns in dirt
If it rains hard enough
It poured road trips and flooded hurt
I took the chips in my hand
I still have some at home
I don’t want to swing there again
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