You know when you’re a kid, and you see Peter Pan for the first time; for a moment you think it’s possible to fly. That if you think those happy little thoughts your feet will lift on the ground and you will fly. Then you could soar off to Neverland, and never worry about those grown up things. But were missing one important thing, Pixie Dust. Without it our feet never lift off the floor, our dreams never come true, we are at a standstill, a stalemate. Not going to Neverland. You here stuck in this hole not going forward or back. Just there. Then when you start to realize how everything could turn out, and you’re afraid of the future, afraid of growing up. So you start to question all your decisions, wondering how one could affect you in the future. Could it help you? Could it make you an outcast for the rest of the life? Will you meet the love of your life as a result? You ask yourself these questions, praying to God you’ll come out alive in the long run. That you will be happy and healthy. But then something happens. Something that’s the reason I’m writing. Someone comes into your life, someone goes out, you hear something, or see it. But it changes everything. You think about the future. But don’t really plan because there’s really no point. You love someone who just might love you back and you still dream of flying to Neverland with Pixie Dust. Because at heart you don’t want to worry about these grown up issues in front of you…for once in your life you realize your mistakes and you realize the great things around you. You realize that you have already grown up and are doing a helluva job handling things. But mostly you realize that you’ve got a life to live….and if you want to get to Neverland you’ve got to start looking for some Pixie Dust.