You’re wandering around with a hook for a hand,
When I am Peter Pan—
Flying all around you,
While the chaos tries to drown you.
I’m sorry that I’m laughing, coz.
It’s just… I get the joke.
And you will too, although not soon.
First you’ll have to croak.
And you’re so scared of dying, coz,
You don’t know how to live.
It’s fear that drives your every move.
And thus you cannot give.