Playtime
It's the best part of being a kid,
creating worlds at whim, blasting
bad guys away, saving the world
for Mom, Dad, Nana and Pop-Pop.
When we grow up, we can't play,
though we try to, with sex, drugs,
booze or fast cars-- but playtime?
The closest we can get to it is in
our dreams. Perhaps that is what
dreams are: remnants of childhood.
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