When i was a child i used to think swings were like time machines, yes a time machine. Why you may ask. The memories of the origin of such a thought is so vague in my mind i wonder what made me think so. Now as my thought process is becoming more mature, i still presume it to be like a time machine. When we take those comfortable seats and start swinging irrespective of age we become like kids and go back to our childhood days. And doesn't matter how long we swing we still travel to the future thinking about the far off places we might travel the journeys in-stored for us, a complete misery. Yu may not be physically be going anywhere but your thoughts travel everywhere. Here is a collection of thought preferably in the form of poem, not playing by the rules. I will keep adding new ones since the chain of thoughts never end. Lets me know what you think, happy reading :-)
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