Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan
Summary: A free verse poem about Peter Pan looking for his way home through the magic of song.
Verse
I was born without a name. In this world of way too fast and not enough, people tend to just block me out. They try to look around me, look past me, look through me with eyes that only see the corporate coffee houses that stand behind me on concrete legs. I'm nothing but a never was, a lonely boy, a handout looking for some change. But that's not the man I want to be. In my mind, through my eyes, in the blood that runs through my veins I am the man that always was, will always be, has always had the power to look inside your soul. In my mind I can sing.
Song is the way of the way of the world. Whether it be for the future, the past, the present of mankind. Song can lick your wounds, mend all ties, glue back the pieces of a shattered life and a broken mood. Music is the way of the world. It's religion, education, unpaid therapy, and love. It's a bandstand of understanding. A brilliant ripened fruit of understatements. Perfection coated with powdered sugar. A love child that cannot speak. It's beauty, sabotage, miscellaneous background, a room built for two where only one body stands. A hug between two estranged siblings that remember back when that scratchy voice was new pouring out of a radio tied to a bike. Song can bring you home to the land that never was, never will be, but will always breathe inside your heart. I'll find it sooner or later. The music will take me home. There has to be a way. I keep listening for the applause.