Why Can’t We Play?

I’ve discovered

You don’t have to cut people loose

Like yesterday’s clothes

Things aren’t so cut and gray

Dry and designed

I’m not resigned to these

Painful goodbyes

There’s more to the why

So much more inside

What do you say?

Why can’t we play

In possibility?

Why can’t we be open

To whatever might be?

Instead of signing every moment

Like it’s a contract with destiny

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