Ah, the playing field...
From fresh grass, flying swings, full benches...
To threadbare floors, flying paper, creaking chairs...
Step up to the plate.
I nod, you nod.
We know the rules.
Cheat and pay the consequences.
Prepare for the judgement in their eyes.
I nod, you smirk.
We know the rules.
Cheat and reap the rewards.
Prepare for the admiration in their eyes.
Ah, the playing field...
No more fun and sense of wonder.
I'm stepping off the plate.
You nod, I wave goodbye.
Enjoy your glory and praises.
They will be good company for those sleepless nights.
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2 comments:
You always have the most interesting way of looking at the world around you.
Perhaps I just have a personality disorder?
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