Self Dug Pits.

swinging on,

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.

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