I might have to set up a site for my grandaughter if
she keeps productings poems like this.
Off to Neverland
I wish I could fly far away to Neverland
Where I could breath and lay in the sand
I want to leave for the second star to the right
Where I know everything will be alright
I will dance in the moonlight to the Indian drums
Dancing and dancing until the morning light comes
I can almost smell the sweet salty breeze
This journey will clear my mind with ease
I will roam the jungle climbing any tree that stands tall
Daring myself to climb higher no longer afraid to fall
Stalking my prey, I only hunger for change
Pulling back my bow, trying for the perfect range
I want to swim the sea, flowing with the waves
I love saying and doing whatever my heart craves
I will soar with the stars like a bird in the sky
And my happiness will be in full supply
My life back home didn't go as planned
So will you please be my Neverland?