Out of the ordinary,
out of the blue
Tired of it's reckless life;
it wanted to blew.
I'm just a hefty spare ,
it thought to itself
Never knowing what it was;
intended to do
Trying to fit in,
but all in vain.
despair of it's life ,
Just bearing through.


"Non see how majestic I Am
My fine polished tread; matte black hue
Yet I just hang through all my life sad "
Ending it's life by the great old tree
Just becoming a swing for children and beings