Flashback to our younger days:
All that mattered was hopscotch
Under the sun's gleeful rays
And its welcoming touch

We left innocence behind, then grew;
Well, some of us did,
Lusting for narcotics and tattoos 
To prove that we're not kids

Fast forward to us on pavements:
The sun hovers with punishing rays,
Games become work for payments,
Bosses are parents (we must obey!)

Today's rescue is paper and nostalgia;
Maybe some hope for serendipity
Beyond the internal seas of a writer
That drowns the average with intensity