Unable, To Play the Game

The world is opening

So many worlds

So many ideas

Flooding from the mind

A story

I the story

Live and breath

And then

A sickness

Sweeps my land

When my age

Changes that life

.

I have forgotten

I don’t know how

Anymore

They ask me

To play with them

To be the tigress

To play

The queen

In their little imaginary game

But I don’t know how

Anymore

.

I used to be

Among the best

Shining

A story

Pulling it

Form my brain

And stepping

From cut grass

To the dirt

Of the world

Alien to the one

I was born in

.

I want to be

Something I don’t

Understand

I wish to see through their eyes

Eyes of the children

Once again

I want to revert

And never grow up

To forget the worlds

Again

.

I desire

To live

And breath

The air of fantasy

In a light

Of the morning

Of my youth

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