Time

Neighborhood kids playing with balls

now they're playing with drugs.

*tick*

"I want to be an astronaut when I grow up" 

now they've dropped out. 

*tick*

"Mommy can I get this toy car?" 

now they can't even try to pay one off.

*tick*

We couldn't wait to graduate 

but now all we want to do is turn back time, 

and go back to playing with balls, 

and dreaming of our future, 

and begging for toy cars. 

 

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