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Playing Adults

 

we find ourselves in situations

without a clue, without directions

 

going as far as we can

before the line dips in the red

 

memories of childhood 

through adolescence

 

remind us that 

we've always done this 

 

when there was someone 

to call for help

 

now there's someone on the floor

a fire starting next door 

 

or bad news from stars 

about to touch our heads

 

for a moment we're a lost child

decades of learning don't apply

 

not a stranger in the world

would believe anything said

 

our minds spin like Vegas wheels

remembering better deals  

 

why didn’t we take them

when we had a chance

 

we reach for a god talked to last 

after that whole curry mess

 

we assume the voice, 

make our choices, then we hide in bed 

◄ Miss Stoic

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Sun 12th Nov 2017 12:59

This is brilliant.

Hannah

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