Of all the times I thought of running
Away
I missed-the train,or
Lost
My way
Of times I ran out of
Money,or
It was too hot-
Sometimes saved for this day;
Coins,notes and chocolates,
All those scribblings of a perfect weather
Perfect partner and a perfect nowhere
-Today
seems so close,as I board,and I
Have in hand
The blessed gift from Neverland
A ticket to Nowhere...
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