The Little Gray Bird

 I.

Once upon a time,

When the world was at its climb,

Or decadence,

A girl with no inheritance,

But her own self,

Considered a Guelph,

In a world of desire,

With a high twisted briar,

Around her neck,

With a twisted rose thorn speck.

 

She couldn’t breathe,

She always was at seethe.

She stood by the window,

In her “indo”,

Waiting for Peter Pan,

All her lifespan.

 

“Peter Pan, can you hear me?

I wanna know your scree.

I wanna know your faults,

I wanna dance the waltz,

Flying through the starts,

With nothing to lose,

But what I choose.

 

 

I wanna find the perfect hideout

In this continuous bout.

 

I’m tired, I do want to believe,

In a world so pure,

That doesn’t need to cure,

All that is lure. “

 

Are you too late?

Are you my bait?

Are you too soon?

Has all my life just been a croon?

Just living with your shadow,

Forking over the dough?”

 

“Let’s run away my dear!

Let it be queer.

Let it be seen,

But not entitled to a lien.

Let us just run away,

Let’s keep it all at bay,

Let’s run away together,

When you’re under the weather.

 

Let’s meet beyond the stars,

Let’s heal all that are scars,

Let’s meet the long lost boys,

Let us be poise.

 

Just meet me second to the right

On that of nights, the stars shine bright.

 

Just go for once, go with the flow,

And listen to the wind’s sough."

 

And so I went, as for to die,

Would be an awfully big adventure.