Photo by Giovanni Calia
11:04
I wish to soar
away into the night
out of mind, out of sight
faster through the clouds
far from the pesky, nosy crowds
flying more, into the next day
above the skies that are gray
past the microwaving sun
oh, what delightful fun
sliding down rainbows
striking a funny-silly pose
picturesque or bizarre memory
the wonder of a century
free as a lark who loves life
fun-loving, no care, or sign of strife
was this what Peter Pan felt like
adulthood going on strike
no wonder he fought it so
for older he never wanted to grow
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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