We sat on a dying swing set,
one that had implored us to dig its grave many, many years ago,
but we were defiant,
selfishly grabbing a hold of something that reminded us of when we felt better about the future,
that's the thing about nostalgia,
you spend so much time looking back,
but it's only to make the present tolerable and the future some kind of repeat performance,
and I was bored with how easily we gave into our own decline,
how easily said we would cross the line from here to there,
that was not me,
that was not my kind of patriotism,
and it smelled badly of the complacency from the turn of the century,
no thanks
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