I want to run around and play tag.
But my body has already begun to sag.
You won't believe it, but I was, once young.
Had lots of friends, even popular among.
Somehow it feels like only yesterday,
my father punished me because the curfew I didn't obey.
How did the time pass by so quickly?
Back then it was a never-ending rush to grow up, clearly.
Not much upon my shoulders, no responsibility.
Just remember my homework and stay safe, such tranquility!
Bear hugs and playtime, in paradise cocooned.
Unlike adulthood in every way marooned.
The only stress that existed were exams.
Not about health, finances, relationships and future plans.
Surely that is not considered pressure.
It's a portion of time I'll always treasure.
When a sapling is just developing roots,
no one is expecting a flower to bloom shoots.
Far away from the pressures of reality,
We hung out with friends, had fun without formality.
But I am not sure about a reunion.
I'll probably just end up with a concussion.
Those are meant for ones with perfect lives to show off.
Not people who are on the verge of a layoff.
And if I end up seeing my nemesis.
While she boasts about her job and benefits.
I'll probably be weeping in the premises.
Soon to be needing a therapist.
So maybe tag is not practical.
Or I'm just assuming the worst and being tactical.
But certainly those days are far behind.
No more I am able to find.
(Just watched the movie 'Tag' few hours ago)