Off to Neverland

To the boy who sat silent aside,
To the girl who often tried to hide.
To all who felt as a forgotten toy,
Right there on the shelf behind.

Hold on till we fly away and draft an escape.
Soon we'll fix each other’s missing shape.
And then we'll be as free as an ape.

A place where we’ll only have an 'us'.
All we’ll need will be a little trust and pixie dust!
Without being questioned we’ll freely discuss.


The breeze, God will blow till we sleep smiling strong.
From clouds to rocks to the rose flowers,
All jiggling to have fun all along.

No anger, no pain , no ache,
The clashes, the fights will only in the books be read.
No one would grow to become so fake.  
No one would know to sketch a crime,
Peter Pan was right.. "growing up is waste of time."