Take Me Home

Most people will age me up
though they usually say it’s
not due to any physicality,
‘You’re distant but alert,
it’s rare we see you in the
limelight of childish glow.’
Thick as a skull of titanium
when it comes to melancholy,
but at least they taught me to
drink maturity from a tall glass
and drive with all thoughts
focused on my own life’s task.

I’ve never been in an accident,
never been short of a plan,
never fallen in stilettos or
bowed down to any wo(man).
I make too much money for
my age and still I come home
with empty hands, materials
are materials, but they can’t
bring me back to Neverland.

– B.

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