Playing The Games Of The Child.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you get to know the system
get inside a matrix
lose yourself in its maze
you wish to find yourself again
inside a body,
since you feel more of yourself as
someone else
greater than what it was once before

you seal your mouth, you diminish lips,
you bow down, and then close your eyes

you finally say, there is a place greater than this
this is temporary and there is nothing worth getting serious

you play games with the child near you
with the child inside you

and then you survive.