Perspective

Perspective

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

The second star to the right can be any star you choose.

That's why J. M. Barrie worded it that way;

So that you could learn to appreciate your own perspective.

On nights like these, I find myself wondering how many different stars have been my Neverland.

When I was little, I would leave my bedroom windows unlocked so that the boy who lived forever wouldn't have to waste his time trying to pick the locks.

Sounds unsafe.

But, sometimes faith is synonymous with taking risks.

So many people have told me that I am too old for fairytales.

To them, adulthood means forgetting your dreams as soon as you have them.

I'm devastated at the idea that they've given up on their own.

You know, if you really think about it, the Lost Boys weren't all that lost.

Displaced, maybe, but aren't we all?

I suppose it all depends on your perspective.

Get it now?

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