My friends sat and wished upon glittering stars, dreaming of
the future, both near and far. And I stared into the vast, inky blanket of
night. My friends told scary stories and lit the darkness with their own light.
Then I turned away…it was too beautiful to stay. So my friends had their birthday
parties with cake, presents and smiles. And I locked myself in my room, trying
to cry, and clinging to the comfort of yesterday. My friends started dating,
and got engaged, and I spun myself around the world, trying to meld the
imagination of my youth with the reality of my future.
I take walks in the dark, in countries and streets my
friends will never dream of, staring up at the same stars, comforted by the
mysterious unknown.
I cling to cartwheels, unicorns and recess games
Trying not to let that piece of myself fade
I think I belong in Neverland,
Because my life is flying down endless roads, trying to
outrun myself, trying to touch the stars, and hold onto the song in my heart.
My friends seem happy, in their quiet, suburban lives. Part
of me wants to want that…but I feel like I wouldn’t survive. Not without the
wind in my hair, not without the feeling of going somewhere. Anywhere.
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