Neverland

I wish I could begin again,
I'd slither in and shed my skin,
to leave behind this withered shell—
but a remnant of my bitter sin.
 
To quell the pain of mortal man,
I'd sever ties with life's demands;
to embark upon a new endeavor,
and escape to Never-never Land.
 
If only I could start anew,
as a honeybee on a drop of dew,
sitting on a blade of grass—
I'd dip my feet into the blue.
 
Oh, and if I were a little bird—
I'd never speak another word;
I'd tweet the sweetest melody,
and fly so high, I'd never land.