How do I play with soap bubbles
When the buildings are rubble
How can I soar on the swing
When my eyes sting
My console is broken but
The games are live
The scenes are black and white
But the blood is red
I lost my markers to proceed
To the playground
A level playing field has a
Literal meaning now
There is no one to stop me from
Going to the ground
They are all gone!
Even if I make it to the playground
Who do I play with
They are all gone too!
I have read that people go to
Lonely places seeking solitude
I am now willing to trade anything
For some company
This solitude is unbearable
The silence deafening
I used to curse the smog
I will trade it now for this smoke
Could someone rewind the clock
And take me back to the age of foraging
The predators of the past are
An upgrade to the present ones!
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