Dear Peter Pan, what kept you away?
I waited by window, a fairytale in hand but you never came.
I was ready to leave this place, and stop growing up, but you didn’t seem to feel the same.
I know it’s not London, and I am not Wendy, but I would have loved to fly away for a while.
But you didn’t come, even when my window was opened.
Peter Pan, what kept you away?
Growing up is a blessing, but it is also a curse.