Playing

We are all children
Caught in a tide.
In the midst of a game
With no where to hide.

Don't know what we're seeking;
Nor whom it will be.
There's no safety zones here;
There's no 'home free'.

Opponents and teammates
They're one and the same.
Just different faces and
Varying names.

We fight and we fumble,
Our bodies sore.
We back-bite and grumble,
Thinking we'll score.

The ultimate ending?
That we're searching for?
What rules are we bending?
We always want more!

Who, what, when,
Where and why.
Should we even
Continue to try?

I long for you,
whether night or mid-day.
I long for the peace, found,
Whenever we'd play.