The jungle gym was our castle
And with that we were the kings, we owned all we could see:
With our friends we'd ride our horses,
Discover kingdoms anew,
Fight those monsters and beasts.
Were unstoppable as our gates kept darkness out.
And our lives were infinite.
One mile away was Grandma's house,
Where at night we'd lay behind the couch.
And as grownups talked,
We'd talk as well.
Dreaming of our kingdoms
Which we'd never leave.
Not with all that could happen.
I mean there were fairies who flew and mermaids who danced as they swam,
And we couldn't forget those monsters we'd slay.
Mornings arrived and we'd climb trees,
Play on swings,
And create our mansions out of play-dough.
I'm eighteen now, and our jungle gyms been burned. Thoughts of college, grades, work.
We're too busy to dream.
But every now and then my sister and myself, we build a castle.
And there, we are the kings.
We own all we can see and start to remember back.
In those rare few moments
We climb trees and fly away with our wings sprinkled in pixie dust.
We swim with fins in oceans.
We are back to being six.