An old one…

What was it about me
That drew you near?
I knew that something happened
Your tired heart saw something
That made you hang on.
And I know it’s young and confused
Looking for safety and mending
But you did what made you stick around. 

But I already have my Peter Pan
I met him years ago
His memory comes to me
When I try not to grow up.
He still lives in his Neverland
Far away from me
But the impression he left
Stays in the corners of my mind 

Why is it you proclaim such thing?
Like a reflex forced from conviction?
I trust they’re formed in truth
Even if they only are meant to say
“An older mad would be the only one ready.”
But I’ve heard these things
Nearly exactly, years ago
Yet you say them like it’s new to me 

But I already have my Peter Pan
I met him years ago
His memory comes to me
When I try not to grow up.
He still lives in his Neverland
Far away from me
But the impression he left
Stays with me in my mind 

What is it about you
That drew me near?
Something tapped me on the shoulder
Whispered in my ear
Told me not to let y ou stray too far
In the same voice I had heard
So many years before
Just a different phrase. 

But I already have my Peter Pan
And I’m his Wendy
For as long as he remembers her
And I remember him.