Poetry · Writing

Recess

They play, they fall, they cry, they play. Endless chain of the young. Checkers of life just wanting to be kinged. Not realizing jumping          here will start the waterfall, only the king matters. Wisdom from the board flutters away with wings into the subconscious. Nothing matters but being a king. I am a       King

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