Dreaming About the Neverland
I am often accused of being dreamy,
And running away from the reality,
But, tell me, please, what should I do
When I see unhappiness around me,
Along with hatred, violence and sorrow,
People living as if there's no tomorrow!
I believe in God, but, am I mad
For being angry with Him when I see
My mother down with a dreaded decease,
And gasping for life every other day,
Or when my dear class-mate is hated
Because she prays Him in a different way!
Sometimes all this overwhelms me,
So I go to my college's chapel,
Not for praying but because
It almost always is a lonely place,
Angrily bang my fist on the pew,
Shed tears, then look out of the window
At the clouds wafting in the sky,
And start dreaming about the 'Neverland'.
© Portia Burton
I am often accused of being dreamy,
And running away from the reality,
But, tell me, please, what should I do
When I see unhappiness around me,
Along with hatred, violence and sorrow,
People living as if there's no tomorrow!
I believe in God, but, am I mad
For being angry with Him when I see
My mother down with a dreaded decease,
And gasping for life every other day,
Or when my dear class-mate is hated
Because she prays Him in a different way!
Sometimes all this overwhelms me,
So I go to my college's chapel,
Not for praying but because
It almost always is a lonely place,
Angrily bang my fist on the pew,
Shed tears, then look out of the window
At the clouds wafting in the sky,
And start dreaming about the 'Neverland'.
© Portia Burton