Peter Pan,
what's happened to your boyish pranks
and carefree ways?
You must go.
You cannot survive
here, any longer.
This world
has played sordid tricks
with your mind
and
the only way
that you can fly
is when
you're high.
Your shadow is lost
in the darkness.
Tinkerbell
is pregnant
with corruption.
We
have all returned,
the boys and I.
Harsh reality
has
hooked
our long ago dreams.
Fly!
Fly away to your
Never
Never Land,
my
Wendy days
are long since gone.
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