Chasing figures
Chasing dreams
of being
who I
was meant
to me
They build walls
I break
to reach my Neverland
where I never grow
yet
I always do
Soaring through clouds
are dreams I have
In the confines of my jail
The shackles of instruction
How I long for the sun
of my Neverland
Where I can be free
But here
in my chair
I wonder
Where is my Neverland?
Abdulrahman Ahmed's Poetry 