Let the shadow speak... |
{u]Peter’s Shadow. If he flies, I fly. If he sits, I sit. If he eats, I eat. A life of orders I was bestowed. Peter’s shadow, A living nightmare. I try to obey, I really do. But unlike common shadows, I have a mind of my own. After all, I too am a boy Who refuses to grow up, Who refuses to take anything seriously. Obedience is not in my vocabulary And neither is servitude. So I snigger at my childish plans, And rebel. Freedom is mine for the taking. I’ll be called The Shadow who opposed, An idol for all shadows around the globe. Everyone will want to be me. For a minute I taste the sweet fragrance of liberty… But wait, What is this girl doing? I feel a slight prick in the soles of my feet. I look And alas! I see my doom. This Wendy is sewing me to Peter’s foot! I sulk as I see my dreams carried off By the breeze coming in through the window. I sigh. There’s nothing to be done now… As I stand there and think, I wonder. Life is not that bad. I will have adventures, mountains of them. Pirates, Indians, oh and Mermaids too. Neverland is not that bad, Especially if you see it from my point of view, Attached to the legendary Peter Pan’s foot! |