Bottle rockets

these used to be bottle rockets
that we held in our hands
take a lighter
light the fuse
wait a few…
then BAM
off they zoomed
some of us pointed them at each other
we were the courageous few
but the others hid their faces
somehow they just knew
those bottle rockets...
yeah
such flames they would spew
the way they gave chase
shaped the way that our face
would change like the games
that we played as we grew
like how we used to stack brick blocks
now on the blocks we stack bricks
I’ll never get caught
“too smart for that shit”
so I got me a rocket
with a pearl handle grip
and a tiny little hammer
that sparked when it hit
and it’s bite was much louder
than it’s bark when it bit
but I don’t keep it hidden
because I don’t give a damn
and the games I play now
could change your life plans
I mean what’s one single life?
small like one grain of sand
is it worth more than emotion
from that potion or gram
now I don’t know how to stop it
these weren’t the games we had planned
I mean…
these used to be bottle rockets
That we held in our hands