The little things

Is it too late?

Is it too late now for Peter Pan to take me away?

I'm trying so hard not to grow up, but childhood is slipping away.
Why haven't you come yet?
I kept wishing, on the second star to the right.
I left my window open so many nights, hoping you or your shadow would pay me a visit.

I want to go to Neverland and never grow up.
Is it too late now to go?
Am I so far into life that it's a lost cause?
Must I reach this mile stone?

I still believe that I can fly,
in Peter Pan and Neverland.
I believe there's a place where boys and time are lost,
I believe in the power of pixie dust.

I wouldn't leave, not ever.
I would be the first lost girl to stay.
Is it too late now though?
Are my dreams slipping away?

Is it too late to go to Neverland?
Where crocs tick like clocks, and mermaids drown girls, and fairies do work.

Where Indians run wild, and water glistens, and all manner of things live.
Where there's a rock like a skull, and pirates who can't pirate and magic runs deep.

I focus on that very star, when there is no more light.
Hoping I'll see a shadow where day turns to night.
But no shadow and no fairies,
no acorns or kisses, no thimbles,
no magic or flying.

And no Peter Pan.

Yet.