The traffic cam's on Peter Pan
but he flew on through the red.
and
it was Wendy led me down the path
but
I went willingly.

One day when this has run its course,
the well being dry
I'll take this horse to water.

The lesson taught
taught me well,
well as well as it could do
and the loop runs on
Peter still flies through.

I never know where a poem will go
it's like it has a mind of its own,
a diversion
of emotion until the poem
finds itself a home.

No apology from me and
what you see may be
what you get,

no promises though
although you never know
and I think that may
be the answer.