A process

That eats our soul

For us to be whole

We have to 

Bow down to the man

Like Peter Pan

When he doesn't want to grow up

He wants to

Be true

His heart is see-through

He's Killin' it with his 

Game - no shame

He's not the one to blame

He's 

Friends with the monsters inside of his head

He's better at this then we said

Who wants to grow up and be told what to do?

Who can do that? Who knew? 

The world can be a cruel, cruel place.

And dark

The world can be dark. 

And stark 

The world is not what is used to be-

No warm bath, really, not truly. 

Are you fathoming this? 

How can you grow if you've got nowhere to go?

So you smash your ego- 

And damn

It's like you're floating on cloud nine with your friends all around.

And you're finally free...

To be free.