I watched them toss rings at bottles all day long Billionaires laughing like kids, without a care or song A penguin wearing shades, towering four feet tall Warren snagged it on a no-chance call They processed fear like data, turned chaos into joy And I wondered: what if healing fostered that ploy? Behind the merry-go-round Where the calliope hums Three hundred forty-seven creatures Spinning to endless drums What are you going to create? When fantasy turns into real fate? What are you going to create? When fourteen rings is too much to captivate? Turns joy to mending When envisioned from deep within What are you going to construct When fractured hearts need to begin?