Blur

Swinging swiftly, I throw back my head.
The world's upside down, yet it still makes sense.
It blurs right past me but I remain on track:
Forwards, frontwards, backwards, back.

I kick my legs and hold on tight.
I swing with freedom and all that's right.
The birds join in with their flapping wings.
I feel like flying, but instead I sing.

I let my voice flow, like a running tap.
It streams through the wind, no sense of a map.
No pattern is needed, no real words said.
Just the swaying sounds of nature and the trees overhead.

Letting go of my grip, and putting trust in the ground,
I leap from my haven with a final sharp sound.
Everything is quiet, as the song came to a close.
Now to face all reality and break the blur that arose.