Don’t, don’t disillusion me yet
The illusions are far too wonderful and wild
The adult world is beckoning me with problems unmet, just
Bury me in fiction, let me remain a child, just
Let me dream a day longer
Let me live for free
Let me indulge and love and fantasise, and
Ignore what I’m supposed to be
Take back your shackles of responsibility,
Turn back them hands of time
Take me back to an age when I
Was enthralled by sweets... and pantomime

Give me my long lost innocence
Make me naïve and pure
Growing up’s a subtle disease, I’m
Subtly SCREAMING FOR THE CURE

Hey, hey man. Calm down. It’s all okay.
The big wide world is scary, yes
But trust me you’ll find your way
And it’s not all about dodging bullets
Or working to stay alive
The world can be a magical place
A place where you can thrive

A place where you can do your own thing, like:
Start a career
Make friends
Join clubs
Snort cocaine
Have mid-life crises
Cook your favourite dinners
Go for long walks
Philosophise
Make art
Get paranoid
Discover new perspectives
Fall hopelessly in love
Fall hopelessly out of love
Realise that ultimately nothing matters and
Make endless cups of tea!

So you see
And I’m sure you’ll agree
Adult life is a diverse tapestry

Spose you’re right mate. Here goes then.

Here comes the world, with independence and depression,
With boredom - and ecstasy - and many chaotic storms,
I’m going from security - and domestic oppression,
To a world of freedom… and council tax forms.

Alex Richardson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peter-pan-has-fucked-off/