Toys Are Us

Toys Are Us By Cody Brandon Turner Sweating and tired Heat hovering over my skin This day has got to stop The only question I ask is when? Parched and dehydrated It’s too much to take The sun is beating down on me Like a bully in the sixth grade My mouth is drying My skin is getting pale It’s beginning to drive me crazy It’s making me want to yell Damn all this heat And Damn this dreadful place All that this place is good for Is making people hate Making people hate life And all it has to offer This thing people call work Why do we even bother? It restricts us from are lives And chains us like slaves It’s nothing like when we were kids When we used to run and play No responsibilities No worries, No hate The only time we were sad When our parents said we couldn’t play Laughing and smiling Without a care in the world Imagining and dreaming In our beds we would curl That time is gone now Responsibilities are a must I often look into my closet And see toys covered with dust Through all of the years In my search for my own happiness My quest to find life’s true joys Who would have ever thought? It lay in a box full of toys