Thousands of lights,

Connected by one long string of wire,

Much like society, yet always aglow,

Only they fear is the fire,

So must they take it steady and slow.

Giving presents of electric down the line,

Passing on the goodness,

There’s nobody to diminish the good time.

Thousand of lights, connected by love

Just open your eyes, and look above....

Watching afar, Jason grabs the chain of the swing and thrusts himself upon the eroded, black seat. His legs are thrown into the air, and just as quickly as they are pulled back. Repeatedly. I watch closely as his smile reaches his ears and his eyes gently diminish. Suddenly, he makes an unsuccessful attempt to jump off mid-swing, causing him to clash with another boy frockling on the ground. Befor...