I saw a boy playing with a toy,
whispering like a pirate, “a hoy!”
Happy he could make the world his,
until he wakes from dreaming this.
At first it was just the game,
until the script became the same.
Walking, dancing, playing lost its hue,
it felt like standing on a long queue.
The memories trapped in smoke,
on my skin, the words i spoke.
In my eyes a painted scene,
the sun’s descent already seen.
Then I heard his mother’s call,
“super time”, and that was all.
He ran to the embrace of home,
the time to move had come.