Why is it that
All the Lost Boys
Come to find me
In the corners of my dreams,
When all I want to do is fly.
Needing and empty,
Wanting and unloved
They come to me like Wendy,
Seeking care, seeking love
But never wanting to leave,
to come with me.
Like Lords of the Flies
They beg me to run with their pack
To try to live a lie
Forget the part of me
That yearns for Home.
I want to fly
To be a part of their world and mine
Not lost,
Not Wendy,
But free to be Me.
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