Am I Peter Pan? Poem by Russell Taylor

I sit staring over treetops, planning great adventures, sifting clouds in my mind.

Light on my feet, I dart to and through, side to side, although I am still sat looking out of my window.

A child still lives within me, aspiring and needing the love of adventure, longing simplicity a tug of war in between a child’s thoughts and adults mind.

Am I really Peter pan with roots like the green grasses amongst meadows, cut back but the hidden roots still burrow, twisted and entwined yet forgotten.

I look down towards my toes twitching with life leading me towards uncertainty. But just maybe, life breathes freedom when I stare through my bare window, to my Neverland…