Biding Time to Play Again

<< Oh, my God. You look so

pretty. >> I see the messages, I never reply.

Screens full of laughter while I watch time fly. Work boots on the baby's cries.

I miss the nights we'd just stay up till sunrise. I doubt myself

when I feel the strain. Wonder if I'll ever get some time to reclaim.

All these bills, all these plans. Life's a tightrope on shifting sands. I crave the

freedom I used to know. Controllers in hand, letting my worries go.

But I bite my tongue, I stay in line. Wait for the