Crumbling Castles

The castles start to crumble down
Without a tune, only do see are frowns
Some say a steeple, a modern pub
Watching screens, feeling numb
What do you expect for where you are
Never been different, the same old cards
Holding tight to chill, a matter of will
Or playing down, no more time to kill
What do you find, over land and sea
People gather, for a place to be
Sharing their stories, never are boring
From the boat, where you’re always rowing
Battle some monsters, from the deep
Maybe for real, or in your sleep
Merging together, strings to weather
Feeling a hope, with every feather
Find an island, to rest for a bit
Cross a wall, take out a few bricks
Bang the drums, play a flute
Learn to swim, whenever let loose