You lost your faith, Peter Pan.
You lost your wonder
Who told you to sell out to our father’s dream
Where loyalty to the God Success
overrules loyalty to the tribe?
We never believed in you,
the admen laugh.
Do you laugh with them?
At the poor deluded dreamer.
Do you cry inside in anguish over
what you’ve lost?
Is any part of that dreamer still alive?
I cry for you.
I was a child
who wanted to fly.