Am I Peter Pan?
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 forgott