28 January 1999
While waiting for Ben
at the orthodontist.

Peter Pan Allows

There’s no reason
There’s no term to use
We’re indescribable.
Too much is wasted on the young
But we never really age
It’s only as much as surrounds allow.

Denial.

To fly away
Another time
Another day
To be young even before
We grow old.

To help all around
Oblivious to everything
A taste of the dissatisfied moment
Of anothers sadness.

Allows us to be brief
And non existent
When needs be.
To survive the world’s most greatest test
And be content with this.

Finger printed at the check out line
Does that mean it’s check out time
Does it mean anything at all?

The bus arrived ten minutes too late
Does this cause an unexpected hate
Who is it that dares to protest
And who declares to be the best.

They’re back again and I’m surrounded
Noises on I am surrounded
I lost my world
And then I found it.
Does that mean I can still be young
Or does it signal the end for me
Disillusioned deep blue sea.

The money spent by the unaware
Is more than we make without a care.
The fussy ones cause the most grief
And haunt all our belief.

Another bus just left the place
The driver starred right at my face
No pity did he feel for me
It’s simply not the case.

The whining has gone beyond control
And money cannot burn the soul
But no price could ever buy the love
That every child dreams of.

Why does it have to be this way
Why can’t we just stop the days
Why can’t we just stay the same
Or at least go to a place
Where the child never ages.