hmmm.

We took it as a joke.
Laughing and playing.
Like the children we are.
But so desperately pretend we’re not.

Every now and then.
We’d snap back into reality.
Chase our dreams for a while.

But then.
Slowly but surely.
Sink back into the pattern we were used to.

The pattern was etched like stitchwork.
Across our minds.
Embroidered into every corner.
Neatly.

Did we even realise it was there?
Now we do.
Now we take it seriously.
Now we regret.

But what is there to regret?
year of fun.
A year of laughter.
A year of games.

It was, perhaps, our best year.
Why spend time regretting?
When we can look to the future.
And make conscious decisions.
As adults.