Replayed

We somewhat wonderful children and adults ( I just like calling everyone children, it seems to fit us all new and old like a fuzzy, soft, fluffy mitten) have hobbies.

Some of us like to draw, read…go on walks…be with friends, or drink artificially flavored tea. The softies

Others may like to listen to music, the hardcore beats drawing us to the rhythm, drawing us out of the freakin world and making us sometimes dream that we were the music.

We may like to go into competition (sports), jump each other, huddle up, make a plan, kick someone from the other side who has been trying to play as spy…stick up the bird, now that's pretty common.

And then, of course, there's video games which deals with allot more birds then planning.

But either way, this is all like a routine. A setup. People call this a game, sometimes I think of it like that or a book of our own, sometimes even a song.

It's all REPLAYED

We get up and do our junk, over and over.

Like I said, a setup