Waking up to an eerie thought
On a morning of a no place
Wedged between unfamiliar
A cold sandwich of unknowns.
Staring at the blank ceilings
Looking at the stark dark walls
Wakes up the peter pan
Crying for his lost neverland.
Ini, Mini, Mynie, Mo
Ringa ringa ringa rose
At the end of a rainbow
All gone like a Disney show.
The gaily laughter
The giggling brooks
The happy endless blue skies,
All is lost to this cold morn.
And more…
A thousand umbrellas of daisies
The drunkenness of freedom
Flushing meadow of pansies
Unchained unrestrained Liberty
It was a dream of last night
The thrill of an uninhibited flight
Scooping swerving gliding flying
On a jet plane of dream that wasn't.
Staring at the ceilings blank
Three wings of a stopped fan.
Wakes up the Peter Pan
Crying for his lost neverland.
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