Wind Cuts Through Our Capes
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this"
- Airplane, B.o.B. and Haley Williams
Scavenger hunt, we are
rapscallion vagabonds, for mischievous and mysterious sounds
so much more interesting than being civilized, we laugh
at order and create chaos; if we had our way we’d
crash every neat row of desks together and abscond with the homework, we’d
declare recess every hour and summer every month with an exception for Christmas, we’d
get our dog back from the farm she had to go to
get the scary news off the tv
get the sickness out of our friend’s bones
get the angry out of everyone, just banish
any uncomfortable, frightening, sorrowful thing and this
would be the way things were ordered, this
would be fine and neat so that
we didn’t have to make our beds or pick up our toys over and over again we’d just
sleep and play and that would be the good kind of messiness
if we
were the adults all big and strong we’re sure we could do it
for it seems so simple from right here, so
we’re roving for clues, we’re the good kind of rule breakers, we’re
Robin Hood and Peter Pan and no one can stop us in Sherwood Forest no one
can tell us our Dad isn’t coming home or we’re moving far away or we have to repeat a grade
and we’d have no reason to visit a hospital except when there’s a new baby
and all the wicked big bads would never win, not once, not when we
can fly on fairy dust straight on till morning, so that’s what we’re doing
that’s what we’re playing, in something we wish really
wasn’t just a game.
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