The world is a playground,

A borderless kingdom of

Kings and queens and

Monsters,

Those opposing

Valiant heroes and

Legends in the making.

The world is a playground,

A hospital room of

Doctors and nurses and

Patients,

Those seeking care for

A broken leg

Or a routine checkup,

Professional surgeons

In the field of

Imagination.

The world is a playground,

A racetrack full of

Cars and drivers and

Crashes,

Those that don’t harm,

But cause enough cosmetic damage

To constitute

A fun time.

The world was once a playground,

And the vibrancy it held

Used to fill our hearts

With its endless possibilities.

The world was never a playground,

And our blind believing

That such magic existed

Outside of the pages of a

Fairy tale

Was recklessly optimistic at best

And dangerously naive at worst.