Approaching Thirty

Thursday, May 25, 2017

 

I believe that age is just a number
Although, I’m aware there’s no escaping

the eternal slumber
The world waits, brows furrowed

for me to become an adult
As if my sense of childlike wonder

 is its biggest insult
I may be too old for wishing on stars
Or waiting for princes

in crowded bars
But I shall never be too old

to fall in love
Or find mystery and beauty

in the sky above
So what, if I refuse society's design?
Who is to say

it’s any better than mine?
I’d rather spend my days chasing magic
Than being bogged down

my mundane logic
I shall live my life like Peter Pan
Finding adventure and treasure wherever I can
For I know my time here

will come to an end
So what little I have

is mine to spend
Take my hand

 there’s nothing more to say
Except “Don’t look down"

Up, Up

and Away!”

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