Seesaw

I enjoy sitting alone on a seesaw.

Because it's the opposite of life.

Never any ups then downs.

Or it could be that I am afraid.

For there's no telling,

Who might sit at the other end.

The last thing wanted, 

Is a conversation.

I am already lost.

Without need of yet more,

Distractions.

So while I sit here,

I will fix the world.

It seems so very easy,

to see its flaws.

But I freely admit,

They may just be mine.