Peter Pan

When I was young you came to my window
And I was asked to take your hand.
And fly away with you, to never never land.
I was happy with the world I had, I didn’t need something grand,
And so, I didn’t go with you, to never never land.
You told me I would never grow, stay at 3 foot 10,
That I would live a happy life, but I told you “No” again,
My mind was so naive back then.

I dismissed you once more, you left saying I’d regret.
You took off like a flash, across the sky like a jet.
You are so young, not even ten and yet, your sense of knowledge is immaculate.
you fit in boys' size small, but even still, for your insight on our world, scholars would kill.
You never returned, though I had prayed,
The night you left in anguish, a simple promise was made.

I’m much bigger now, and I see what you mean,
the world I live in resembles one of a bad dream.
So, if you can hear me, wherever you are, fly me to that second star.
Nothing here is a bright color:
red, like your ginger hair, or the feather in the hat you wear.
green, like your pants and shirt or the grass covering the dirt.
or blue, like the clear clean water, or Wendy’s sleeping gown,
all is black and white, and the sight is dragging me down.

Take me back, Peter Pan, and we’ll fly above the town.
Reach out your hand, and with you I’ll go,
 swimming with the crocodile of cannonball cove.
Cover me in pixie dust, and with you l will fly, away from the world in the big open sky.
Peter Pan, wherever you’re at, you were right, and that is that.