Poem inspired by Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
Your own map can become intensely interesting—
proud heart nearly bursting
determined to show who was master
I ran away the day I was born;
make-believe and true were exactly the same thing.
One can get on quite well without a mother,
and it’s only the mothers who think you can’t
Blue eyes as soft as the periwinkle
the upper world has called,
but would give no help
Odd things happen to all of us
on our way through life without our noticing,
like all slaves to a fixed idea, it was a stupid beast
It is only the gay
and innocent
and heartless
who can fly
smiling at it all
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