Sky scrapers made of Lego,
giants controlling everything
super heroes without capes,
Civilians made of paper,
Those are the settings,
of a kids play set,
so nostalgic and overwhelming,
So thought out,
but not as well built,
Imagination running wild,
as little plastic men,
Ruin the town,
Buildings Collapsing,
waiting to be stepped on,
As future architects,
and astronauts,
play around,
as god intended,
them to,
Playing Until
The Stars Comes out,
And their curfew is upon them,
creeping unto their fun,
Just so they can rest for another day,
Of Lego blocks and broken cities.