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Too bad

We sailed
on little ships in little dreams
past the ZZZ's above the dogs in the livingroom

We rode
on magic carpets in the night
Casting shadows on the kitchen counters
stopping by the roof of the fridge for a midnight snack

We leapt 
across the soft boulders shaped like pillows
saving ourselves from the boiling lava 
that crawled across the carpet, down the stairs, and into the hall

We fought
like scoundrels, with sharp swords
made of the finest plastic 
for riches beyond our wildest lego sets

But now...

We sit
In rows 
listening intently to other people's adventures
fortunes, mishaps, and the interpretation of such
too bad, too bad indeed.