Childish

Whatever doesn't stay
Has to go

Building my world
With legos
Making everything 
Around me
Come alive
With some imagination
I strive to 
Reconstruct my dreams

Then I sit down
And with my minds eye
I make it real
Like it was before
My own world
To unfurl and explore

As I walk
I create my reality
My surroundings
From the tropical seas
To the forest filled
With mystical
All knowing trees

But time 
It flies straight and true
Never turning back
To look at the view
My world
My conscience 
Badly bruised

Ignorance is bliss
But I can see it coming
The tropical seas 
The mystical trees
A gentle warm breeze
My reality is fleeting

And I find myself 
Needing hot chocolate
For I am not in 
Some childish dream
I am facing the 
Icy winds and people
Of the city

My tall trees
Become buildings
High in the sky
The sea of people 
Around me
Forces me into
Society