I play games sometimes.
I know which games are mine,
but their games are never mine.

I wonder sometimes.
I know what’s inside my mind,
but their minds are never mine.

I get hurt sometimes.
I know what causes me pain,
but their pain is never mine.

I may come as a fool sometimes.
I may come as a giver sometimes.
I know I can learn every time.

I may come to feed my art sometimes
I may come to hone my craft sometimes.
I know I arrive in my own time.

I may come to feel joy sometimes.
I may come to grow tired sometimes.
I know the happy part of my time.

As a child once played,
as a child who still knows how to play,
as a child who continues to play.

‘Play’

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“We’re all looking up to you.”
“And I, to you.”

We players.