of toings, poings and flying hippos

There have been reasons in my life
just like everyone elses'
to give up and play dead
and never try again
but then, "where's the fucking fun in that"
and so we smoked.
Just me and us.

it akes a drag to realise what you're really made of
and another to realise what everyone else is

it takes three to see the light
and four to look beyond it

it takes five to come to terms with reality
and six to finally laugh at it

it takes seven to make up your own
and eight to laugh at it again

it takes nine to find out why life is just a game
and ten to always want to play again

If by the 11th you're still standing,
you'll know what 'Toings' are

and how they'll never happen to you by the 12th

you'll learn of flying hippo's by the 13th
and of their awesomeness by the 14th

but what you'll never realise even
by the 15th is nothing feels the same.

and then by the 17th,
you'll see what you were always meant to gain.