My window was always cracked at night

So that when Peter Pan came for me,

I’d be already waiting,

Thinking every happy thought I had

So that as long as he had enough pixie dust

And he was willing to take my hand

I’d be ready to step out the window

And to believe that I wouldn’t fall..

As long as he would be there and I believed

I’d fly

All the way to Neverland.

The smell of summer and midnight air

Takes me to back then..

To that time when I believed he’d come,

And believed I’d step out that window into the story where I’ve always belonged,

Because, surely,

I don’t belong here.

Night after night

I read my bedtime stories out loud

Hoping he’d hear them, and that somehow

And they’d convince him I’m the girl

Who deserves to fly

Far, far away.

And back then,

Even though the days went by and

He still hadn’t come to fly me away

A part of my heart still had faith that

Even if Neverland wasn’t real and

I’d have to grow up,

I’d be one who’d grow up and prove it:

All the stories are true,

Fairies are real,

Dragons exist –

They’re all just hiding somewhere far,

Far away

From our cynicism, guilt, shame.

But, Peter never came.

And I never proved a thing..

the only thing that proved true in the end was that

Never is an awfully long time.