Neverland
I went to Neverland once.
I stared at the sky
And followed the path.
Second star to the right
And straight until morning.
In this Neverland
There were no Hook’s pirates.
Where were the Indians?
And the Mermaids?
And the Lost Boys?
None of them were there:
The beach and the crystalline water were deserted.
I crossed the dense, abandoned forest
And reached the other part of the island.
It was all a big city. My paradise.
There I found everyone.
The Mermaids were on the corner of the streets
The Indians were part of a circus act
And the Lost boys really looked lost.
It seemed like pirates took over.
I asked about Peter Pan:
“Where is Pan?”
They looked disgusted just hearing his name.
“He left” said a brokenhearted Tinker Bell.
Then, disappointed, I left.
Neverland was gone.