Poem: Peter Pan Syndrome

I don't want to grow up.
I mean why would I want to?
You're telling me to become you...
Adults trapped under control
and failing to break the mould.


Why would I want to grow up?
I can't see why I would to accept
all the finanical problems and debt
that are thrown at you as a prison sentence
for you ever daring to educate your senses.

I can't be boxed and confined
because I refuse to be labelled and undermined
I don't want to face the truth and see
that everyone you trust is so ready to leave.

I know it's unreasonable but surely you know
that you preferred your own life 20 years ago.
When the best nights would never seem to end
and with liberty you would spend
with no understanding of the value of money
because after all your biggest worry was Winnie and his honey.

Sometimes I think it's life playing a twisted joke 
and taking one large dump on all it's folk.
But then I realise that as I grow
despite what I get to see and know
of all the ugly scenes and words 
there are places to which I am sown. 

Sown to an earthly melody of beats
that can be created with the sound of ones feet
that can transform the mountain into a sea of dreams

and thus making everything more beautiful than it seems.