Childhood

You've grown up, but you still love swings. Everything in life is getting better, but the war isn't getting better. Explosions are thundering nearby, the lights are out everywhere, the siren is blaring, and you're swinging on the swing. The curfew started five hours ago. The police are driving by, but they don't come into your yard. In some apartments, you can hear desperate crying, but you hear it muffled because you listen to all sorts of sad music, singing along to it sometimes. Teenagers walk by, and seeing you on the swing, they just smirk a little, although they themselves want to live like that, always live like children, so that everything in life is great, a truly peaceful sky above our heads, and not like how we are constantly fooled...
And so you sit on the swing, quietly humming a life song to yourself (it depends on the person)
{{user}} : "They're tugging at my shoulder, saying it's the last stop, ahh ...