Lost Boys

Lost Boys

Lost Boys

Occasionally, we forget that we’re awesome
incidentally, we tend to grow up,
disillusioned, we spill our marbles,
distracted, we forget to pick them up.

Distantly, we feel a tugging,
inherently, we turn away
secretly, we know the meaning
softly, we hear it say:

It’s time to fly.


Thanks to dlfletcher for the awesome image!  I’m a huge fan of Hook, and this is the first of two poems, the second of which will be tilted the most awesome word to ever exist. Be sure to keep a look out for Bangarang coming soon!

6 responses

  1. Great writing. Love the blog!

    1. Thanks a million! I just checked out your blog, and just have to say it is way awesome. Following as we speak! 🙂

      1. Haha, thanks! Glad to have met you!!

  2. Wonderful wordplay, and an excellent perspective as well.

      1. You’re very welcome.

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