you swing from a swing. you swing from a vine. you let momentum take you. without a glance behind.
your caught up, tangled in dis-array. stuck between a rock and an even harder place.
your thoughts are misleading your nerves full of doubt. your mind tethered restless and swinging broken golf clubs at a way out.
If your knees could only hold the doubt you now know,
you would plead pity and pray..
Eventually coming to the realization that there is no pre-payed amazing grace.

You beat your chest with bare hands and ****** knuckles. yell **** and curse at twisted ankles.
After you tire, grow thirsty and out of breath
You straighten your *******, fall to your knees and stretch your arm toward the heavens and rest.

"I AM A MONKEY" and my ******* says "WHAT OF IT?"