Peter Pan's True Form
There once was, very dear to me,
A young boy only I could see.
He appeared to me every night,
Flying in my window like a kite.
The eternal boy was completely free,
And every night there cried his plea
That I would fly, follow the star
And go with him to a land afar
And one night, I finally decided
To take the chance this boy provided.
And so, I followed his guiding hand
As he led me off toward Neverland!
And Peter and I, off we flew,
To that beautiful place that only he knew.
And yet, one thing did me confound.
Why did I first have to hit the ground?
But I gave the incident no second thought,
And my own misgivings I fought.
For we were soaring to the second star to the right,
And Peter Pan and I went into the light.
I followed that tempting specter
Along his starward vector
But soon my body started fading,
My mortality began degrading.
Then I saw Peter's true form
And all around us a raging storm.
And I saw the boy that I had shadowed
Was but an apparition, its eyes hollowed.
I could no longer return home,
My life was no longer my own
I only had one choice that day.
I followed Peter Pan the rest of the way.