Faith, Trust, & Growing Up

Peter Pan had the right idea Nobody really wants to grow up There is no Neverland to escape to Only realities to face The fairies we once believed in No longer hold the same meaning Sometimes you feel like you’re flying When you’re actually falling Some ships might sail without you Leaving you alone with the alligators One wrong move could cost you To take a walk on the plank Growing up pricks you like a metal hook Attached to an angry pirate captain You start to wonder where All the pixie dust has gone We can’t run away from growing up You just have to accept it Accept that there is no Neverland And Peter Pan isn’t going to save you.