Kids
Sand castles we built
To live in,
Sticks we cut off
To frame shootouts
Yawning, our trademark
In both sun and moon,
Responsibility not but nought
Worries, a million miles lost
That Vile beast, Time
Seperating us with the
Stings of the dreadful society
Defining our reality for us
Sand castles we build no more
Sticks we cut no more
Yawnings, extremely streamlined
Responsibilities, self inflicted crosses
Turning days of bliss
And nights of peace
To periods of senselessness
Little wonder the creator says
"Man's wisdom is foolishness"
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