I did not come to play. This,
in all seriousness: where have
all the children gone? I was
there, in my playground, but
when I looked around, all of
anyone around me were tall
visages of their former selves,
and none the child was left; too,
I saw I had not hands of a child any
longer, but fingers twisted with
the wear of years, palms dirty
with the soot of toil and function.
And I looked in the mirror:
and that child no child was, the
innocent eyes now stared back
with the knowledge of good and
evil. When did we become not one
who was capable of anything,
one with potential in the skies;
when did we fall to earth into
the molds of mundane office?
Tell me, I say, though I expect
that none will answer me; tell
me, because I am serious about
this whole thing: I came to play.
me?!
6:42am wednesday, 2nd april
You`ll never find a playmate as good as yourself,therefore play!!Care not for those who has become big,´coz` it is they who are missing out the pleasure of beeing a child again!Look at the world with those big blue eyes that you once did,an take great pleasure in playing,for when you grow old and your muscles wont carry you any longer,then you can look back with an eased mind and say;well,i sure had a darn good time playing!And when you are old and grey that is memories cherised more than gold!
SO PLAY;PLAY ´TILL THE END OF TIMES!!!!!
me?!