Those Residents of Neverland

I have always wondered why

Some of us are still so dependent

On the fantasies of childhood.

Relying on the dreams of

Faeries flying on the back of the wind.

The novelty of animals

That speak of great adventures.

It must be that we

Are in need of something bigger

Than we could ever hope to be.

Are we destined to spend our lives

Looking for things that will always remain

In the corners of our eyes?

Look at these

Figments of imagination

We build our lives around.

What will we do

When we find the knowledge

That they will never be?