Swaying forward and back

Feeling thrilled on your flight up

Traveling backward believing

That you will go up again

Sometimes you are alone

Most times you are

Alongside someone

On either side

Supporting you through

This delightful ride

When headed down

You go backward

Into a darkened state

That will only get murkier

Something that will trap you

Feeling like the only option

is to go farther and farther back

But it's your choice

The ones that decide

They need to shift direction

Will pump there legs to get higher

When finally reaching a summit

Sometimes you need to hold on

When confident you can let go

Some need a boost to get to the top

Others may wait to slow down and stop

Thrill seekers might jump

Letting go and flying high through the sky

Sooner or later

Knowing that the end is approaching

You will begin to slow down

And your swing will eventually reach its stop