I’m tired of playing these games
Right when I am done
Cleaning up your messes
You insist on playing again
Right when I am settled and clean
You throw around my cards
Onto the grass
They blow in the wind
Fly away
They will never be the same
Some cards have grass stains
Others covered in mud
I will never find them all
Each time, the deck fades
And warps
But,
Right when I give you the cards
Out of ...
