I extend myself, reaching.
You keep slipping, slipping through my fingers like a butterfly.
You wish to stay here and move to the warmth of your own heart,
Trying to pull you out, I fail.
I want to fly,
move away from this place with you beside me.
We shall live the lives of gypsies, if you came.
Roaming the lands, never returning home.
Searching for Peter Pan and Tink,
reaching the pot of gold at the end of all those colors,
Always happy and never getting old,
living with that fullness of not needing anything but each other.
Come out and play with me,
how can we leave this place if you cannot play,
draw a mustache on your smooth skin,
place the hat on your head,
climb out the window and join me, reach for me.
Extend yourself like me,
your face shows no remorse as you see me go though,
I can’t out much longer for you.
Pan shall be my new friend to replace you.