When I was little,
I used to swear up and down that I would never stop playing with my
action figures.
That I would never let my legos rest.
I used to play
all day.
Sun up,
to sun down.
Each time varying and tweaking my story line just a little.
Luke would be vader's father.
Spiderman would be a villain,
and Batman
could fly.
I used to think
everything was a game.
It all looked so inviting.
I used to play
like I was a grown up,
but now that it has come ever closer,
I wish to go back.
I wish to go back to a time,
where homework was 2+3,
and writing was,
"tell me about your day today"
now it seems so complicated.
All the substituting for x.
My mind,
sometimes still
imagines a great game of war.
My mind still thinks
of strategies for my army men.
But then they fade.
My imagination has gone and died.
I haven't kept my promise
to that little boy
I left behind.