I am the child stuck in the mud.
Motionless and watching as time passes.
I am the star-shape surrounded by colourful blurs.
Waiting for the one to set me free.
Close my eyes and await for small hands, to embrace me.
I am the child playing hide and seek.
But I am the one who must seek.
30, 31, 32, 33
The numbers signify my time alone; the bitter reminder.
Search deep using the spy-glass of eyes to search.
Do not resist in finding them, the control set by the bourgeoisie,
Realise the only one who can find them, is me.
Duck, Duck, Duck but I am the Goose.
And now I run, desperate for the approval of others.
Big eyed and determined for all the wrong reasons.
Walk.
Why not be different, stand tall and be gutsy.
Dig deep and be bold, the only one who can is me.
The intense battle of rock, paper, scissors.
Predicting the enemies moves, reading their faces for the slight notion.
Rock? Scissors? But does winning even matter.
Enjoy the game. You may never know when you will play again.
Dive deep into the glorious deep blue sea.
The only one who can take a chance, is me.
Take over your life, your the one with the master key.
The only one who can change is me.