It’s exhausting
The running and hiding
The chasing and seeking
Like kids in green fields
With nothing better to do
We know games never truly end
They only start again
And again
And again
In an endless cycle
With no sense of where
It began or ever might finish
Close calls, dodging glances
Following rules and bending them
But never breaking them
Endlessly playing the game
For the sake of playing
Better than nothing
Worse than anything
Determined to be child-like
Following the instructions of others
Disciplined in obeying the rules
Until we aren’t
Or can’t, anymore