An Imbalance
Neverland doesn't seem as balanced anymore. Sure, there are the flowers and the trees and the waters and the forts and the stars and the sky but it's missing something. Something's wrong because it's gone and I just can't seem to understand.
So, I roll in the sweetest flower garden, grown beautiful by dryad song; I swing from all the dangling vines, bathe beneath the gushing falls and build a house behind it. I lay awake at night in awe, I brush the ceiling of the sky and somehow, I'm still empty.
There was only ever one to leave Neverland. Leave and never, never, ever look back. Not at the boys or the pirates or the mermaids or the Indians and certainly not at me.
I know she's forgot about here and all that happened. I guess that's why this place just isn't right anymore. I don't want to grow up, but I think I did a little on accident. She wouldn't still be in my head if I was the same kid.