There’s a little bit of wiggle room,
there to let me wriggle through
tight corners and passageways
that lead out to brighter days
of childhood imagination at play.

Lava like floor to explore
as I jump from one piece of
furniture to the next,
barely escaping that terrible fate
as I try to catch my rapid breaths.

The swing under my stomach
that lets me fly up swiftly
until my arch enemy,
gravity
grabs me
and pulls me back down
to the hard-hitting ground.

He-man and Thundercat sword fights that
are as epic as a I can imagine,
till I step up to ride on my furry white dragon.

Me, GIJoe, and the Autobots  
fight off Cobra and Decepticons
until it’s time for me to move on
to Star Trek and X-men adventures.

There is just a little more time to
live in the past dreams of play
and remind myself
that I don’t have to be an adult
every minute, of every day.