The frocks and locks,
The candy and knocks.
Are all too much to bear.

When one thinks of one's self,
when one disregards to hear,
the cries within their soul
Screaming to be released,

from a trap in need to be greased.
Which eternally absorbs
Their orbs
Of luck,
with a hockey puck.

This I call invitation
from a sibling's friend
to play
and behave as if my comrades are there
Beside me.