being me

You swing me to the white
You swing me to the black
You hold me so firmly
In the grays between


The exhilaration of the trajectory
Both rewards and hurts
And at the hands of you
Suggests a reason too


Up there
I see no one 
Only a familiar rhythm
It confuses and
It angers


But when you pull me
Back in your arms
I know
So why it be


Yes we are unequals
Yes we are unbalanced
And thats how maybe
We're supposd to be


The twisting and aching
The victories and gains
I choose to swing with you only
And no one else