I CAN'T COME OUT TO PLAY ANYMORE I have been grounded from my youthful joys and my friends are all I have they stand by me and they're bad the tricks they play the ploys they display are fun for a while, but dangerous in the end I try to fit in and their games I do win no cheers are found from the older section and adolescence is conceived to grown-up fashion with the things I've learned I still apply It's not too clear and I'm still a little shy factors explode and life moves on but still I am the same I try to bring myself to a higher point a point of recognition and disdain but as I reach the top of the mountain I stumble head first back down to the bottom it was not rocks nor stumps that tripped me up but the wild caravan of humans that I am so consciencly engaged in maybe I am week maybe dumb maybe even too errogant to understand the people that bring out the worste in me and when the worste is generated around the worste it blossoms into a nothing that can only be filled by distance a distance that will lead to new friends and old walks of life so now at this time I will give my solumn vowe, and graciously give my heart a sad prick with words I don't want to say or do and tell you that I'm sorry but I CAN'T COME OUT TO PLAY ANYMORE
It will take a few starts and a few tumbles before any of us reach that sought after apex of the mountain. But, after that it's all downhill and the ride seems much too fast. So enjoy your various attempts, you'll get there eventually. Find a different treck, a different playground! And oh yes, I enjoyed reading your prose, it reminded me of times past.