longing an everlasting youth. welcome to today.

i lie awake in bed each night
hoping for a glimpse of the joyful sight
of the young boy who travels by fairy-dusted flight
that is why my bed rests by the window

i doze by the sky so that i may be seen
so the boy knows where to look when he comes dressed in green
my teeth shall be shiny and my hair shall be clean
that is why my bed rests by the window


i study each star, each twinkle, each gleam
of ticking crocodiles and the lost boys team
of pirates and mermaids and a childhood dream
that is why my bed rests by the window

there is no way to summon the kind of magic he brings
i cannot meet him while fluttering my invisible wings
if i am deprived; no note shall sound from heartstrings
that is why my bed rests by the window

i live not in Bloomsbury; i am no Darling child
i live in a matrix and my soul dreams wild
is it so wrong that i long to be beguiled?
that is why my bed rests by the window



one day i know i shall belong to Neverland
i shall be blessed with my youth and it'll be grand?
to be trapped in a world where aging is banned
is this why my bed rests by the window?