When I was young I adored Peterpan, I've always wanted to go to neverland
I wanted to stay a kid forever, growing up I realized that Neverland never existed
Not even for Peter or the lost boys, I never learned to believe or even fly
I gave up on adventure and fun, I felt like Captin hook
Neverland is a state of mind, a place to get away from home
Peter he was carefree but I?
I was all nots and troubled thoughts.
Peter left us growing up with unasked questions
"Do things actually get better when you let go of yesterday and think of today?"
"Will I ever find my shadow like he found his?"
You see the lost boys they all grew up and werent lost anymore
One of them was dead and the other one f*cked up, the others ran away in search of luck
Peter made us feel like Neverland was the place to be a child forever
No growing up
Nothing but " faith, trust and pixie dust".