Your playground is the world
filled with exciting boys’ games.
In fantastical castles
where pompous speeches are held
and countries governed.

In magical kingdoms
where contracts are concluded
and money is made and lost.

On mighty battlegrounds
where cruel wars are fought
and imaginary victories celebrated.

In fabulous tiltyards
where contests are arranged
and countless trophies won.

My playground is my mind
where none of your games matter.

– © november child-