And the world was light
or at least we never saw
the dark because the sun
was in the way.
And we laughed and cried
or whatever--who remembers?
But times changed and so
did we so who cares?
So now we're not where we
are and we're not where we
want to be, and are held by
strings like marionettes and
toys.
And the kids took us into
their house and tucked us
away in their toy box never
to be heard of again.
Dreams are for dreamers.
Toys are for players.
People are for people.
Two is for three.
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