Never Landing in Neverland
Second star to the right, straight on ‘til morning
Looking up, I caught myself reminiscing
Memories of the past, a little rusty and jaded
The past, irrevocable yet a little faded.
I wished for a shower of sparkly fairy dust
To make myself fly amidst the cold dreary dusk
But I realized as I jumped from this height
That gravity would meet instead of the light
Because I may be lost but I am not young
Lived my empty life and now have been hung
Time had written its plotless stories for me
Anecdotes of how much time fades away so quickly
My hopes and dreams disappeared from my hand
A sure sign that I would never land in Neverland.