In Our Childhood
Were the games just metaphors?
Young and naïve you looked around
Taking in the surroundings
Can you guess what i see?
Learning the world
But when did you learn to look at people
Was it When locked in the falling bridge trying to get free, but getting free from what
You were broken and their arms keeping you stable
You ran and hid not to be found
Full of anxiety
Hoping they do but hoping they don’t
The moment comes and you feel defeated
Or maybe happy You were found
Now in a circle of close friends
Most everyone was gone for a while
some longer than others
Always wondering who was next
but somehow everyone always found their way back
Until ABC quits was in order
until next time
You just never knew that was the last time
Now alone fighting a game of right and wrong
Making sure you don’t slip up
Always do what the man says
Listen for when to go and when to stop
One small gesture can send you back
Behind everyone else
All they can say With a smile on their face
Is sorry
And even if you think you made it to the end
You faced one last test
When your name is called you have to prove
To you and everyone else
You were strong enough to make it through
And when you do it’s not just for you
Turn around and pick another person
Become the thing you proved yourself against
But Now you're in trouble
Cause that isn’t the end
You start playing a game of greed and money
Pay up and Do your time
There is no luck of the draw
You have to roll the dice
And one day whether you like it or not
The tower will fall
Nothing left but remains
And all you have left to do is
Say Uncle
About the Creator
Jordyn Motsinger
These are my thoughts and feelings I want to share with you
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