by Chance Johns

These are the streets I use to roam,
Everyday an adventure in a land of my creation,
Jungle and plains,
Deserts and oceans where mine to explore,
My faithful friends always ready for our next challenge,
But as I changed the streets changed,
The jungles torn down and the oceans polluted,
The plans replaced with concrete and the desert a graveyard,
For as I grew my world grew with me ever changing,
My world is now a place of little color and wonder,
The child I once was slowly starts to fade away to dust,
His toys locked away and he’s friends moved on,
And so he waits alone in the empty world he once called his own,