Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan. Peter Pan is property of J.M. Barrie and Great Ormond Street Hospital.

I saw a "Dish Network" ad and it got me thinking. Yes, there is Peter Pan in here. It's almost like my own little letter to Pan, himself. Please Read and Review.

When I was younger, I used to care about the little things

Like, what cable company I had

And who liked which colours

I cared about playing house

Pretending to be a grown up

I cared about my Saturday morning cartoons

All of which I have seen the ugly side of, now

I knew the lineup perfectly

But now, none of that matters at all

I don't watch television

I don't play house, because I help run one

It doesn't matter to me what colours you like

Saturday morning cartoon morals are lost on me

All I do is look forward to what will be

The inevitable

Growing up

And I can see it, so clearly, now

Was it not so long ago that it seemed just to be a faint speck in the dark?

But no, objects in this mirror are closer than they appear

So much closer than I expected

All I do is try my best to make this future for me

This future that does not belong to me

Because I will never be fully here

I don't know when I started to drift away

But I'm losing my grip on reality, little by little, every day

And I won't stop myself

Because reality is exactly what I want to lose contact with

My life does not revolve around my grades

Or television

Or sports events

Or even friends

I only barely cling to the family around me

And that alone is because I love them so dearly

My mind is constantly preoccupied with stories

I tell them to all who will listen

I think about them every chance I get

I live for the weekend when I can escape to my secret life

My real life

My real... fake life

My really fake life

And I hold onto them tight when reality starts to get the better of me

But reality will never have me back

For I have chosen

I may be growing

But no one is going to catch me and make me a woman

So, take me away, Peter Pan

Whisk me away to Neverland

Soothe my aching soul and make me whole again

It's been so long since I felt perfectly content

Take me to a place where I am accepted

A place where I can fly

For my life bores me ever-so

It lacks so many of the necessary components

The Indians

The Pirates

The Mermaids

The Boy

So, take me away, Peter Pan

Give me your pity

And I will be your Wendy

And I will never leave