We only have the neverland food
Where our bellies are full as long as we believe
But once we lose the faith
We are left emaciated
And frail
No muscle left upon our brittle bones
Only the cold truth of what always
Laid beneath
Now a stark reality
Where there used to be our dreams

There is only our bellies of thought
A deep cavern
Restless bats vibrate their throat
Echoes off the unknown form
Directions.
Thoughts.
Are cold expanses where no light reach
Fires of desire
And hope
give momentary warmth
but the shadows flicker
against your eyes
giving way to all the hidden
questions
wants
needs

these shapes that slither over the cold stone
forcing you to look around
to think about
all that might be surrounding you