Transferable

Your name literally translates into light You're 2 years old you can independently walk and express your thoughts through meaningful words I kneel beside you on park grass to get a better grasp of the game you're playing you put tree branches from nearby trees and try to make a fire by rubbing a stone and a piece of wood together I shout out to the cave man that still lives inside you and me you're so attentive to external noises an airplane flying 10000 feet above our heads startles you a bit and you instantly recognize that the noise is from a plane birds I point my finger to the highest tree top where 2 birds are sitting shifting your attention from the man-made big bird I accept the rules of your game this pile of sticks is a house this one is a wolf this one is a lion this one is a pig I'm 2 again I willingly wipe out all my lived years for a moment I'm transferable I'm living your delusion because you'll soon be forced to correct your labeling game and you'll spend the rest of your life on it a wolf is a wolf a stick is a stick a plane is a plane