Finding Neverland

Is it a quest or pursuit? Call it by any name, the seek for objective gains to satiate the impoverished state of mind is unconquerable. As this splendid, gilt edged, manifestation fades into twilight, pangs of starvation return. Invoking predatorial instincts and a juvenile thirst for a world of innocence. This miraged vision, ponders in our thoughts, wisely intuiting, to play truant with reality for sustaining an everlasting thrive for the magical world of Neverland .

As a child, opportunities come abundant, a rabbit hole, portkey, wishing chair, faraway tree, always beckon the willful. As we grow knowledgable and blissful, more listening to the herd; unwitting self-denial corrupts its existence, letting self-piety take decisions. So strong it rules, even prematurely born harmony fails to live.

Alas, we lament the ultimate journey is unfinished; the body whimpers and mind cries penance. It rarely matters , the invite was lost in the wildnerness of abject pragmatism. Imminent turnaround is just uncertain, as venturing aimless has left us exposed, vulnerable and remorseful. The yawning blackhole finally descends to swallow us from the mishaps of life. One last glance, see hope, the last beacon of light, still surviving to save the few who knew.