took me to the days when I was much younger,
I pushed myself,
feeling the breeze in my open hair,
the girl beside me-toddler in her age,
what fool she was, what fool i was made,
we play teams, risk choices
we play love, demand something
we are so old in our thinking,
so old in our living.
she screamed, the other rejected,
i laughed, kind of reminisced
we screamed, our kind of choices
we fall in our self dug pits.