Aug 2022
As I contemplate the starry sky.
An angry dragon breathes fire, ready to fly.
As the fire engulfs the earth beneath me,
I am already 10 feet high, the golden flames are all I can see.
We fly away from this mess of land.
The dragon flies lower, my feet touching the cool surface of the sea.
I don’t want this ride to end, I don’t won’t to land.
But every beautiful thing comes to an end.
We have arrived at never land. My heart beats rapidly in excitement of meeting a friend.
I guess all ending are in fact beginnings.
As I regard never land,
I relise that all the tales are true,
Everyone is young with a juvenile hue.
Time ticks incredibly slow.
Worry less Kids are swimming in the lake’s flow.
My heart aches for the youth back home.
The ones whom the lands of stress are all they can roam.
Peter Pan -an old friend who always forgets me- skips my way,
He stops in his path looking at me quizzically “why are you so gray?”
The lost boys walk towards us,
Before I get the chance to discuss
The lost boys begin to chant:
“In never land you are forever free,
With absolutely nothing to rant!
For In these lands you can swim and eat your weight in glee!
We are all young and carefree”
“You might have no wings,” they sing
“But you can forever use the fairy dust.
In these lands there are no sins such as lust.
You can swim the lake or the ocean as you wish,
Be careful from the mermaids but the fish!
O the fish! They’re all your friends.
Speaking of friends, here is a friendly advice : always take with you a magnifying lens,
For this land is full of wonders that are worth to be discovered !
And whatever it is that you have uncovered,
Share it with the lost boys!
We love new things, we love toys!”
Their voices fade as they move away.
I guess I can get used to waking up in this land everyday.
But the youth back home.
It’s almost like they’re kept away by a gnome.
Kept hidden from this beauteous ground.
Left to bleed from their souls wound.
An angry dragon breathes fire, ready to fly.
As the fire engulfs the earth beneath me,
I am already 10 feet high, the golden flames are all I can see.
We fly away from this mess of land.
The dragon flies lower, my feet touching the cool surface of the sea.
I don’t want this ride to end, I don’t won’t to land.
But every beautiful thing comes to an end.
We have arrived at never land. My heart beats rapidly in excitement of meeting a friend.
I guess all ending are in fact beginnings.
As I regard never land,
I relise that all the tales are true,
Everyone is young with a juvenile hue.
Time ticks incredibly slow.
Worry less Kids are swimming in the lake’s flow.
My heart aches for the youth back home.
The ones whom the lands of stress are all they can roam.
Peter Pan -an old friend who always forgets me- skips my way,
He stops in his path looking at me quizzically “why are you so gray?”
The lost boys walk towards us,
Before I get the chance to discuss
The lost boys begin to chant:
“In never land you are forever free,
With absolutely nothing to rant!
For In these lands you can swim and eat your weight in glee!
We are all young and carefree”
“You might have no wings,” they sing
“But you can forever use the fairy dust.
In these lands there are no sins such as lust.
You can swim the lake or the ocean as you wish,
Be careful from the mermaids but the fish!
O the fish! They’re all your friends.
Speaking of friends, here is a friendly advice : always take with you a magnifying lens,
For this land is full of wonders that are worth to be discovered !
And whatever it is that you have uncovered,
Share it with the lost boys!
We love new things, we love toys!”
Their voices fade as they move away.
I guess I can get used to waking up in this land everyday.
But the youth back home.
It’s almost like they’re kept away by a gnome.
Kept hidden from this beauteous ground.
Left to bleed from their souls wound.
