Lost Boy

Guess it’s true,  
Lost boys, never grow up...  

But...  
 
Doesn’t it get old?  
Living life as a  
proverbial teenage boy?  
Physically maturing,  
yet emotionally and experientially,  
depraved...  
Maybe it’s just me, but  
I don’t understand the appeal.  
 
then again...  
 
I always viewed the story  
of Peter Pan,  
as a tragedy....  
  
To never grow up...  
escaping death,  
avoiding responsibility,  
and the  pains  
of adulthood.  
Just pure childlike wonder  
 and bliss,  
eternal indulgence  
of boyhood fantasies...  
 
But at what cost?  
If you never grow up,  
do you ever really live?  
 
And In case you forgot,  
Wendy never stayed  
in never land.  
Instead, Peter  
 visits periodically.    
Selfishly ensuring  
his remembrance,  
fearful of becoming  
the lost boy  
of Wendy’s heart.  
 
Eventually to be left  
peering through  
a foggy window,  
watching “the one that got away”  
Fall in love, raise a family,  
and grow old  
with someone else...  
Witnessing experiences he,  
himself shall never have.  
 
And poor Wendy,  
Hopelessly waiting  
for Peter  
 to fly to her window,  
only to watch him leave...  
repeatedly.  
 
Slowly having to let go...  
never fully able to.
Heart split in two.  
Content with her decision,  
Yet constantly reminded  
of her youth,  
forever haunted  
by reminisces  
of what could have been.  
 
It’s a heart shattering tale  
of two  lovers kept apart,  
Because he was too scared  
to be a man...  
 
But this isn’t Neverland,  
And you’re not Peter Pan.  
And I am not your Wendy...  
 
Nonetheless,  
Don’t you hear it?  
The ticking clock, in the crocodile  
is chasing you.  
While you’re lost  
 in this adolescent fantasy land..  
... life is passing you by.  
 
When you return  
to reality,  
playing catch up  
will prove painstaking.  
 
Find yourself, lost boy...  
It’s time to grow up.