While going through the toy box,
A spark ignited in me:
Joyous days now gone,
Memories of a city once visited
But now in ruins.
A talking pony for a mayor
along with his varied cabinet,
Dolls and action figures
Having milkshakes at candy cafes,
Stuffed animals hopping down the street,
bouncing towards the jobs that exist in the mind of a child.
City hall was made of candy in my childhood,
A headquarters of imaginary and silly crossovers.
Streets were filled with sentient cars
And sidewalks had beings of unusual shapes and sizes
And so much more and so much forgotten
And so much left to dust.
It was a long forgotten, shining city
That can never be walked again by my feet.
Time and age has moved too far
And I moved along with it.
So much has changed from my youthful days.
I chose to pass it on to my child
In spite of my inhibiting nostalgia.
The derelict city morphs -
Colors reignite and building reshape.
Citizens come back to life
And the metropolis ta