Peter Pan The Killer

Epilogue

Ideals

A drive, a goal, my hypocrisy,
I wondered and wandered,
I fought and I stumbled.
I was not alone,
Others had their own,
A fighting spirit, a wish,
I called it a dream,
Others called it foolish.

Love

A starving soul feeds off,
Mothers and children,
Sisters and brothers,
Friends and Lovers,
But it heals, dear one,
It heals and renews,
It brings purpose,
It births strength.
Alas, without it,
We would be dead no less.

Eternity

If time had no meaning,
If the world was unceasing,
We stare, at its everchanging,
Our bodies everlasting,
Our hearts remain intertwined,
Your hands clapsed in mine,
No longer human,
No longer perfect.

It is scary,
But it does not hurt.
The living rises and falls,
Metals turn to rust,
Unnerved as I witness it all,
So long I had faith, trust and pixie dust.