Peter Pan learns to fly. |
The whole world is shouting at me I jump and I crawl and I shout and I cry I can't feel myself move, I can't hear myself speak or make sound There's hot air in my stomach, and a persistent chill in my bones My words attempt to rhyme A sing song tease in my mind I mismatch persons and meanings I can't create melody, I can't devise purpose, I can't see The whole world is choking me I climb up mountains, tip over and roll back down Sprawled at the bottom, collapsed, panting in a heap I try to bleed but nothing leaks out The whole world is drowning me I pump in more hot air, attempting to inflate I rise three inches from the ground I'm floating, I'm flying, I'm Peter Pan The whole world cradles me, and snuggles me, and pats me on the back Blinded by the sunshine, I don't see him coming I fall into the sand, and struggle against the waves Salt stings strange wounds Burn marks and tattoos seared inside He moans my name (You're so pretty, Peter Pan) and loves me the way he knows how The whole world fades away I float in a abyss of my own Where ships may come and go Travelers from around the world Pointing and staring and calling for me or ignoring The whole world comes into sharp focus My glasses break across my face Balanced on my nose, they crack beneath her force She shoves me away and she shouts and she cries Soiled and disgusting, I shy away I back too far and begin to fall Time to fly, Peter Pan. |