Playground for Lease

in the playground of my mind
the time passes slowly
the sun is always setting or rising
and flowers are just blooming
as unrealistic as it is, it gets me thru
as surreal as it may seem
it is all based in fact, on fact even
the fact that my reality
is different means everything
and nothing
in this playground i am open
to pain and hurt
to lust and love
to friend and foe
in my world there are no lines
only boxes, i never fit in
in reality i feel as though i dont even exist
on the playground i am a pest
thinking, thinking of many things
now i come to the realization
that i can never be
anymore than i am now
i can never be what you want
i can't even be what you need
but i can, i can be me
and that will just have to do
do you still wanna play with me?
i still play for keeps...