Peter Pan syndrome

Friend! I’ve kept the corks to build a raft

Without a map without a flag

You told me always to be “clear”

Now I’m so clean that I cry soapball tears

Flat like an ol electric eel

Too boring to bore,too scared to fear

The moon is just a cheeky skull

And everynight it says the same:

“You are the same! You are the same!”

You! you dig up the seeds that I’ve spread

And hide dried flowers in your hat

Help me, my friend,to camouflage

My Peter Pan Syndrome advanced state

Rose-scented days Glue-flavoured nights

So terrified to split one’s sides

When the wild beast will be tamed

The cheeky moon repeats the same:

“You are the same! You are the same!”

Into the bottle for a day

I’m waiting for tomorrow

I’m waiting for the final round

To perceive the ultrasound

And start the haunt

I’m waiting for the night the moon will close

For ever