Toys Я Us

We play with them;
They play with us;
Pull them along on strings,
while they drag us behind them;

They make us smile when they’re new,
sad when we break them;
They feel the same,
by-the-way.

We make forts from some,
toss others across the room,
they may toss themselves at us,
or just lie entombed.

We walk with some,
lose them along the way,
find more at the crossroad,
waiting to be played with, to play with us.

We’re all trapped in a loop.
Toys.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

One thought on “Toys Я Us

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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