Wish it was the game

(by: Uel Ceballos)

A child runs forever inside of us

No matter how we aged by the years that expired

We just couldn’t let go of the playful soul

Eyes always sparkle at every mystery to explore

We would always love to stomp on muddy pool

Reveling on the sticky earth that bathed our boots

We grabbed the mud by hands shaping it into balls

We brought our hands to our faces

We had almost eaten the soil

We ran to the stretch of lands wild and free

We jumped high to the air in a sprite spree

We rolled in the meadow and got covered in dusty grasses

We played hide and seek – loved to hide and fancied to be sought after

We danced in the rain with mouth wide open

Catching drops of hopes

We ran in full spirits ‘til we dropped dead panting like dogs

In our grown up years

The child within us still exists

Our magnetism to dirt would never cease

Still covered ourselves with earthly stains

The agitation to explore would fire up even more

We consumed our time in various paces

Sometimes gradual, but often in haste

Our hairs disheveled badly while we tasted drip sweats

Some instances would give us scratches and even mild bruises

High-spirited we rolled in enthrallment of exceeding ecstasy

We danced in perfect impromptu movements

To the beat we swayed with the compelling rhythm

Until we burst out in exploding joy

‘til we lied down catching our breath

We panted really hard like mad dogs

Such a moment of incomparable exaltation

Only bore us scars that never heal

That upon the star every night I say

That of all the fun we did

Wish it was the game we never played.