i keep my hands held close to my sides
for fear that if i dare stretch them too far
i may burn my fingers upon the edge of the stars--
       (i suppose the fear i know is just a side effect of
       having lost things i've loved far too long
       and loving things too lost to play along)

they told me happiness would
come, if only i'd look

                                     (but i am tired of searching
                                      only to find nothing)

Monopoly.

Playing both
red and blue.

If you own all the railroads is there really any point in travelling?
You'll just stay in your own hotel.