I thought that I could play with sun smiles
File my fingers between molars
Playing with withered fillings
Flick the cavities to the side and renew, enameled
Yet on the crest of adventure, I'm censured
Being sectioned off by golden representation
Slurring the words that sent me an invite
Bracing for sterilization
Even brushing up on skills that are no longer needed
I plea to wash this unconventional process
Digress into the two minutes we had together
Where it could withstand soda dreams and sugar jungle gyms
But I am relegated to the medicine cabinet
Sharing my room with random prescriptions
Finding some slanted sense of solace
Wishing I could play again with your smile.......