Play is for kids, full of fun and ice cream licks,

Play is for adults, full of plots and twists.

Play is for nuts and beams, a range of motion

Play (on words) is for writers, a new way of self expression

Play is always a liberating experience

But “playing my part” seems different.

It is confining, without a way out

It is limiting, with no words to shout

It is mundane, with little to offer

It is bleak, waiting for the last nail to be hammered.