Peter Pan
Sadness lonliness solitude death and cold dispair
waiting in a hope thats lost never never care
a land a time a way that's right away from men and sin
to fairer times and lush green trees to nothing that is real
but in every story tale we hear a demon lies in wait
for every happy ending a battle must take place
for every good and happy thought
one of pain is clear
to stay forever young and glad would be a merry cheer
to go and grow to one day die would be so very drear
to stay forever young so sad when nothing comes out clear
to grow and learn and see the world to learn to love to feel.
to never know to learn it all to live to die to laugh to cry
oh why oh why must i question why... oh why oh why while i sit here and cry
this hope is repeated time and again,
in books in voices in all things at hand
everyones asking and noone can tell
what is to happen what is for real...
saw the new peter pan reciently.... he was a bit of a hero to me as a child, no.. not a hero not at all. Come to think of it he was an idol, something i wanted to be, thought i could be if i dreamt and hoped enough, not a hero, somthing i admired for traits i didn't possess, no an idol- all the good i could see in myself. Why ever grow up? What is the point? I am still young and hide my age because i DON"T wanna grow up to be captain hook.... and saddly most of the fairie dust is gone, most of the memories are not all that strong.
I want so bad to find a kindred spirit... Someone of youthful heart and ageless mind. Love of harmony so divine, views the darkness views the crime views the world as soooo divine.
But i'm ridiculed laughed at mocked and alone watching a pain as it grows and it grows.. watching a world as it slowly grows cold...
Dead Poets Society... Need i say more.
Carpe diem Oh Captain My Captain.
Why are the memories so very strong for me? Why is the pain so great i can't see, a path or a reason a way that is clear of all of this horrible pain and despair.
For all my fancies i bitch none the less and i hope that the times will not egress. I wish for a joy and a way that is clear and only myself can set the path clear.....................z?
what if that moment between sleep and awake is real? What if those thoughts are our glimse at Never Never land.
sf
simply flying
waiting in a hope thats lost never never care
a land a time a way that's right away from men and sin
to fairer times and lush green trees to nothing that is real
but in every story tale we hear a demon lies in wait
for every happy ending a battle must take place
for every good and happy thought
one of pain is clear
to stay forever young and glad would be a merry cheer
to go and grow to one day die would be so very drear
to stay forever young so sad when nothing comes out clear
to grow and learn and see the world to learn to love to feel.
to never know to learn it all to live to die to laugh to cry
oh why oh why must i question why... oh why oh why while i sit here and cry
this hope is repeated time and again,
in books in voices in all things at hand
everyones asking and noone can tell
what is to happen what is for real...
saw the new peter pan reciently.... he was a bit of a hero to me as a child, no.. not a hero not at all. Come to think of it he was an idol, something i wanted to be, thought i could be if i dreamt and hoped enough, not a hero, somthing i admired for traits i didn't possess, no an idol- all the good i could see in myself. Why ever grow up? What is the point? I am still young and hide my age because i DON"T wanna grow up to be captain hook.... and saddly most of the fairie dust is gone, most of the memories are not all that strong.
I want so bad to find a kindred spirit... Someone of youthful heart and ageless mind. Love of harmony so divine, views the darkness views the crime views the world as soooo divine.
But i'm ridiculed laughed at mocked and alone watching a pain as it grows and it grows.. watching a world as it slowly grows cold...
Dead Poets Society... Need i say more.
Carpe diem Oh Captain My Captain.
Why are the memories so very strong for me? Why is the pain so great i can't see, a path or a reason a way that is clear of all of this horrible pain and despair.
For all my fancies i bitch none the less and i hope that the times will not egress. I wish for a joy and a way that is clear and only myself can set the path clear.....................z?
what if that moment between sleep and awake is real? What if those thoughts are our glimse at Never Never land.
sf
simply flying