I like to play the game
with my friends
I walk through empty streets
there are no cars no cops
we build small holes and huts
climb on trees and hide ourselves
we are running through the pouring rain
ideas are clean and minds are free
not captured by wrong ideals
lying in the green grass
dreaming of whose saving the word
I wallow in mud without getting dirty
coming home with a fresh disgrace
but warmed up very lovely, lovely
in 10 years this will only be
a book or dream
these games will be played by
ambitous little hands