This is called a game and a brother.
Afraid, but not really afraid.
We heard a step on the stair.
Daddy, a ghost.
Whatever the game, here came the whole world.
But never to mean again what made it extend
so far that way of trembling.
No one now can make me believe.
This life of mine only a present seen turning into a past seen.
I keep trying for content in my days.
Looking around for heroes or villains calling out maybe
that's one.
But they stand there staring back ever so hard.
So I go running away playing the game
pretending it's that big world again, but not believing.
Bob, it's just me.
I tried.