I wrote this one day when I was working in the testing center. I had been reading Peter Pan and happened to have a lot on my mind that day, so I began to pour some of my thoughts onto paper. It needs a good edit, but I wanted to post it anyway because it seems to be fitting today.
Lost and Found
A little lost boy can’t find his way;
He’s stuck in Neverland—
A great abyss of seas and mists
And no one wants to play.
Sad and alone in his own dream world,
He clambers to get free,
But seas and mists he made himself
Are loath to let him out.
His way is barred, his path unclear,
He nearly sits to cry
When something in him comes alive
And teaches him to dance.
Dancing freely ‘round the land,
His dreams seem to have changed--
They’re brighter now, and full of hope;
At last he finds the way.
