The Lesson I Learned from Peter Pan

Written May 9, 2010

The worst is growing up and losing the innocence we all contrived

 for no good reason other than to say that we're alive. 

My sorrow seeks my fear as it hides in my joy, 

though these counterparts misleading. 

And bring back these memories which wash away my tears 

and keep me blinded to protect my virgin ears. 

The years have run away but the days creep on 

and I beg to keep the innocence that's so blatantly gone.

My inexperienced ears cannot bear the sight of this so called 

"growing up" 

that haunts me at night.

The framework so fragile, since our time was well spent.

Disassemble my pieces and find the beauty of being naive and it's simplicity.

Please don't grow with me

and we are forever this way,

 to avoid living for the memories 

instead of today.