Old Games

Playing the old games,
that had the most innocent titles to them,
yet now,
as an adult,
or at least a little more mature,
that your younger self,
doesn’t know who you are,
played games,
of the same title,
but now they are most of a toll to them,
than just losing friendships because,
someone cheated,
not in games like this,
running,
hiding,
weapons at the ready,
the safe zone in sight,
the chances to make it through it all,
is a thick notion,
to stick to and make it worth it,
to live,
sounds like pew of a gun,
whoosh of an arrow,
ka-boom of a bomb falling,
childish giggles turning into screams,
what once was a children’s game,
is something later in life,
has a new meaning,
and at times,
it doesn’t come easy to others,
to know what that is,
until seeing full on,
in a moment,
that is,
blink once,
and you miss it,
how easy someone on the street across from you,
falls to the ground,
a riot happens in the distance,
a building caves in,
a plane crashes,
cars interweave off the roads,
the cops and ambulances taking forever,
compare to how it was as a child,
danger happens,
and they are there ready to help,
like good people should,
but no,
not all the time,
does that happen,
most of the time,
they never make it,
come a second too late,
get lost in the crossfire,
maybe they’ll come just as they did,
when one was once young,
but the child’s play is over,
and we are growing up,
starting out,
getting wiser,
and ready to kick the bucket,
yet to at least a fleeting thought,
were the kid games back then,
much different than they are,
or is just something we all want to think,
because deep down,
maybe it was how things should have been,
than what they could have been,
wouldn’t that be nice.