Sleepy Thinking...

She sits at the computer,
Passing the time.
Wondering where life will take her,
When she's through with her prime.

She wishes to stay a teen,
For all the days of her life.
Or at least get to sixteen,
Without causing too much strife.

They say time is like sand,
Slipping through your fingers.
I only wish to go to Neverland,
Where time seems to linger.

Where everything is so fun,
New and Exciting.
Drama, there is none,
Maybe just a little playful fighting.

So what if it's not real?
It's in your imagination.
It's still the very ideal,
Place for a life-long vacation.

But sadly, time won't stand still.
At least, not for me.
I suppose I should go take a sleeping pill,
To let my mind wander free.

To dream of that Neverland,
The place I will always want to go,
The place I'll never fully understand,
Because I spend too much time saying no.